Psycho Realm Tattoo Novels & Stories

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

My mind turned delirious, and the screams that came out of my lips were incoherent. Rowan fucked me like he had never fucked me before. Like he was trying to embed me into his soul and make me stay there forever. And I responded to him like I would let him trap me in his soul. He already owned all of me. Just like I owned all of him. I glanced down at his chest, right on his heart, where he had tattooed 'Raina's property' in cursive writing, and my core clenched repeatedly. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight," Rowan groaned, fucking me harder and deeper, just the way I liked it.

he said. “I was excited.” He held the door open. “Come in.” Inside, the shop smelled like ink, leather, and something smoky. The walls were covered in flash designs—dragons, skulls, tribal patterns—but the back room was darker. Deeper. The art there was hand-drawn and brutal. Sacred geometry. Erotic symbols. Spines being tattooed down spines. He nodded toward the chair. “Where’s the tattoo going?” “My spine,” she said. “From the base of my neck down to—”

sagot ni Nena at nagpatuloy sa pagbibigay ng kaaliwan. Sa ilalim ng dim na ilaw ng isang tattoo parlour sa eskinita, umupo si Xandro Chavit sa upuan matapos magpagupit, iniisa-isa ang mga disenyo ng tattoo nang may nakapokus na kalmadong anyo. Huminto siya sa isang dragon na nakapulupot sa apoy, perpekto para sa kanyang likod, saka tinapik ang isang phoenix para sa kanyang kaliwang braso. "Pareho," utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses.

Searing pain radiated from every cell in my body. I felt myself struggling in the darkness, falling endlessly downward. I desperately tried to grasp the last glimmer of sunlight, but I was only drawing nearer to hell. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed me. I was dragged out of the darkness as sunlight streamed in again, blindingly bright. "Wake up. You're safe now," a deep male voice said near my ear. I forced my eyes open. My vision was blurry. All I could make out was a tall silhouette. A falcon tattoo snaked down from his neck, disappearing beneath his shirt collar. His face was hidden behind a silver mask, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Fear kicked in as I wanted to pull back my palm, but then I saw something… A tattoo shaped like an eye on her arm. It glowed brightly…just like my tattoo. Sweat streaked down her forehead as she focused on her palm, mumbling inaudible chants repeatedly. Her body was warm. At the same time, it felt like electric currents coursed down her veins…just like her daughter. It felt as if she was entering another realm. “But something is covering it.” She gritted her teeth as her nails dug into my palm. I winced in pain, trying to endure a sharp sting.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”