Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

“You might even find one of your assailants there too. Half of these men on here are from werewolf pacts.” “Really? Any with tattoos?” Scott pointed to a figure in the middle. Raven moved closer to look, large, gray hair, beady little eyes. “That’s Leo Rambert, he has a wolf tattoo with a moon on his wrist. The image of that night flashed in Raven’s mind, hand resting on the ground next to her head, tattoo clear, as he pushed into her deeply, ‘you like that, don’t you baby?’ Raven snatched the photo down, “When do I need to be ready?”

The bell above the tattoo shop door jingled as I pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d been thinking about this for months — finally getting ink on my breasts, something delicate and feminine to reclaim my body after a shitty breakup. The shop was called Ink & Skin, tucked into a quiet corner of the city with blacked-out windows and neon signs that hummed faintly. It was late afternoon, and the place was empty except for the artist behind the counter.

“It wouldn’t fix the wolfsbane.” “But it means she would heal, right?” He nods. Ryker pulls up his sleeve, exposing a tattoo of a hawk that wraps around his forearm. “Do it.” He says. “Take as much as you need.” “You don’t need to…” I begin but he silences me with a look.

I chuckled. The tattooist came back to assume his position. He adjusted the light again, then he cleaned the area with an antiseptic. A thin layer of petroleum jelly was applied. Using a tattoo machine with sterile needles attached, Cartel began to draw an outline of the tattoo. I sat at the side, holding Jason's hand as I watched the whole process in curiosity. He started from the left, then to the right. It was amazing how he handled the machine with his left hand, I smiled to see the 5th person I've met in the world, embracing his left hand like me. This was my first time in a tattoo parlour.

Evan tried to stop him. "Master Wren, if the old man finds out, he’ll lose his temper—" "Ink it." With that instruction, the tattoo needle buzzed, each strike feeling like it was carving a bloody hole straight into Rhea’s heart. Two hours later, Wyatt came out clutching his chest, blood seeping through the bandage. His face was pale, yet he still insisted on getting into the car. "Moonwatch Cliff," he told the driver.

“Saturday?” The doctor made a hmm noise, apparently not impressed with this man helping me. No surprise. Doctors were no fun. “How many fingers amI holding up?” Ronan translated. I stared at his other hand resting on his knee, at the tattoos on his fingers in between the first and second knuckles. One was a cross, another a raven. The third, a king of hearts playing card. Ink and déjà vu. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I couldn’t stop myself from touching him, from drawing an index finger down the tattooed raven. The whispered words were pushed from my depths by an irresistible force.

He whispered, “I have a lot of tattoos under this uniform. Wanna see?" "Not now." He laughed mischievously. “You can get tattoos?” "Yes, I'm a tattoo artist, working at Johnson parlor." "Gallery Row?" “New branch, in Sante Alley.” He nodded slightly. His legs moved cheerfully. “I want to tattoo my body in a special part next time. Can you make one?” "Sure, anywhere, I'll make it." I played Sea games on purpose just to get my revenge on that steroid overdose bastard. How does it feel to see your boyfriend being teased by a thug, hmm?

"Fix your hair. If the guards see you like that, the interview won't matter." "Is that all you have to say?" I asked. I slid off the desk. My legs felt weak. "The Stalker is still watching, Scarlett," Roman said. He picked up the books from the floor and put them back. "Go. I’ll find you after class." "You didn't answer me," I said. "About the tattoo." Roman looked at his wrist. He pulled the sleeve back down, hiding the flower. "It’s just a mark, Scarlett. Like the ones I just left on your hips. It doesn't change anything."

“I’ll catch you later, eh?” “Yeah.” Aislen could hear plastic and movement as Rhett began to arrange equipment onto the bedside table. “Rhett,” she said to him. “You had better not be f-king thinking of tattooing me.” He turned on the stereo, the rock beat pulsating dangerously behind the breathy voice of its lead singer. She squinted against the light. He pulled on his latex gloves and straddled the stool. “This will sting a little.”

The next morning, Rea woke up. She had forgotten everything that happened yesterday. She went to the tattoo studio and got three tattoos for three customers as Gia. Or the action of dropping the motorbike and leaving it lying in front of the house fence as Uri. Immediately opened her laptop to read the other personality's diary. Smiling to herself seeing Uri's annoyance there. Of course she already knew about the tiger tattoo and had threatened Gia not to get another tattoo. Not too surprised anyway it's not the first time because Gia has made several tattoos before. Image of a girl wearing a mask that is on her right chest. Also the name of Rea's parents on his left arm, Wulanestu. Rey coul