Psycho Realm Tattoo Novels & Stories

In the Fahara it is day time. In the desert where it is hotter than anyone's mother's fireplace. You could get roasted from walking around. Sao ,Modei ,Michelle and Winter are laying on the sand in the Fahara. What the tattooist didn't know is that the tattoo was a created realm whose entry could get activated by royal dragon blood because it was forged using the magic of the stone along with royal dragon blood.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

“Something exclusive.” “Exclusive? Sure. I’ll have him recommend some.” Soon a batch of designs came through. Forrest introduced them seriously. “Demon tattoo, also called a slave mark. Usually on the lower abdomen. You know what it means. But people who get this are usually women…” Forrest turned his head and saw Lorenzo studying the designs with full focus. A chill ran down his spine. “Bro, you are not thinking of doing this, right?” Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “She said she wanted to leave her exclusive mark on me.”

Her belly bulged slightly with every thrust. The final merging began. The entities started to melt back into her tattoos while still fucking her. Their forms became energy — pure, burning, living ink flowing through her body. Aria felt them everywhere. Inside her womb. In her veins. In her soul. She screamed as the most powerful orgasm of her life tore through her. Her entire body convulsed violently. Every tattoo glowed blindingly bright as the entities poured their full essence into her. Hot, glowing cum flooded every part of her — womb, ass, throat, even seemingly into her bloodstream. The Mirror Frame tattoo shattered with light, and all the reflections in the room came alive at once, fu

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

Hatch, who came every Tuesday with three garbage bags of laundry and always fell asleep in the plastic chair had one eye open. "Fine," Sera said. "Muscle cramp." He closed his eye again. She waited until his breathing went slow and even. Then she pulled the collar of her long-sleeve shirt aside and looked. The mark was already there. Fully formed, like it had always been under her skin and the burning had just been it waking up. A rune … angular at the edges but curved at the center, like all the others. It sat directly below her collarbone and glowed faintly silver in the bad fluorescent light.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

Hi there, welcome to Psycho Season 2: Death's Wish. I hope you'll enjoy this new thrilling season as much as I enjoyed writing it :) Updates may be slow as I'm still a student who is dealing with national exams this year, hence I may prioritise studies over writing, but I'll try my best to upload at least once per week for you guys. Thank you for your support :D . . . . . Mexico's Base Carlos's POV So, has my darling niece decide to spread her wings and began her wild adventures? Haha I won't let you. You are mine. My property, my puppet. And you aren't going to escape from me.

Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands" My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.

He shrugged his shoulders. Tazaana is captured by a mage and taken to the realm of mages. Once there, Tazaana was carried by the brown-haired man. Tazaana screamed for release, but the brown-haired man ignored her. At the same time, Tazaana was fascinated by seeing the beauty in the realm of mages because it was far different from the realm of black mist. The realm of mages is more colorful, like the earth, and has daylight but no sun. When Tazaana is brought into a place, it's like a special building for a team. When she got there, the brown-haired man dropped her off. Tazaana looked around. Many people were watching her.