Realistic Vampire Bite Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Ten years ago my parents were murdered. I was only nine but was determined to help my mom as she was being attacked… I ended up being bitten." I point out the scars set in a circular pattern within the tattoo. Janet looks intensely at the scars, her face thoughtful as creases mar the smooth skin between her brows. "Bitten? But we don't generally get scared from lycan bites…" Janet mutters under her breath. "I didn't say it was a lycan who bit me." I reply gently. Vicky's eyes grow large as if I'd just told her Barney the Purple Dinosaur had attacked me. "It looks beautiful now." She softly says, pulling down the sleeve of her jersey to inspect her own scars. "Do you think a tattoo would hid

“Blink once for yes, twice for no. Do you understand?” Kristi blinked once. “Good. Can you feel anything? The cold? My hand on your arm?” Kristi blinked twice. “Do you know what happened to you?” Again, Kristi blinked twice. “I have an idea what it was.” Jenna lifted Kristi’s long brown hair away from her neck and spied the two dry, puckered puncture marks. “Just as I thought. It seems you’ve been bitten by a vampire. You know what vampires are, of course?”

I asked, my curiosity piqued. He took a deep breath. “The process starts with a bite, usually on the neck. It’s not just any bite though—it’s a special one that leaves a mark visible only to other werewolves. It’s like a supernatural tattoo, saying ‘Back off, this one’s taken.’” I shivered involuntarily. “And does it… hurt?”

Diana sighed, turning back to look through the window, her thumb finding the black swirl on her wrist. Aiden eyed the swirl with intrigued eyes. "I have always wanted a tattoo but sadly, I can not get one." "Why not?" Diana asked, giving him a short stare. "A vampire's body heals all wounds, leaving no scar. A tattoo would quickly disappear," he explained. "Have you tried using wooden instruments instead? For a vampire, injuries caused by wooden bullets, stakes and other wooden weapons never heal," she suggested. "I thought of that but never got the time to do it. Now that you have mentioned it, too, I will definitely try it," he smiled, and moved to sit on the swing by the window. "Come, si

The needle bites, stinging, burning, carving into my skin. “Hold still,” he purrs, voice calm as a serial killer’s. “Gotta make it permanent.” “Permanent? I’ll make your bed permanent, six feet in the fucking ground.” He chuckles, low and filthy, leaning back like he’s on a throne instead of a mattress that’s seen better days. I twist, craning my neck, and fuck, he’s tattooed his bite mark onto my ass, the teeth indents inked in crisp black, and beneath it, in bold, jagged letters... Property of Echo.

Yet everybody I had met since leaving had been so sincere and helpful. A strong pain hit me and I whimpered. Gerwulf raised my arm and I saw that my veins had begun turning black and the wounds from the bite was now seeping a thick tar like substance. He placed a small pail underneath my hand as he continued holding onto my arm. "Venom," Gerwulf mumbled to himself as he watched my arm start to turn black. "It's how a vampire marked their meals and mates. Sort of like how a wolf scented their's."

He wanted her skin on his. He didn't kiss her lips. He went for her throat, his teeth sinking deep into the vein. Vespera let out a jagged, broken moan, her hips bucking against the mattress as the pain of his bite sent a shock of grounding reality through the fever. He wasn't being gentle. He was marking her, his teeth leaving deep, purple divots in her neck and shoulders.

He led her back over to the private section we were sitting in. It got heated quickly, being that vampires are creatures of seduction. It was all going well until Garret slipped up. His fangs pricked her neck, and she pushed him back. She brought her hand to her neck and noticed she was bleeding. She then looked at Garret, whose fangs were front in center. She panicked. He tried to calm her down. To use his power of seduction, but she wasn’t having it. He finally just bit her. He drank until her heartbeat slowed substantially. He probably would have killed her had I not pulled him off of her. He made the fatal mistake that night of allowing himself to lose control and not realizing that she

Shadow opened his eyes slightly and smiled up at the Zombie bitch. “Scarlett is it really you?” he asked, wheezing. Yea it’s me, I don’t know what is happening, but I need to help you now.” She said, and he nodded, closing his eyes. The zombie bitch bit into her wrist and placed her wrist in his mouth and he latched on, sucking greedily. All of a sudden, he began to choke, and even more blood was coming out of his mouth than before. ‘What the hell Hawk, what’s happening, why is he not healing?” I asked immediately, putting his head back on my lap, pulling him, so he is on his side. “I don’t know it should have worked. Maybe it’s because she is a vampire as well. Her blood may be poisonous, b

He tried to reassure her gently, yet strongly. Then they changed the topic so she didn't focus on feeling bad again. "So? What is the wolf bite's antidote?" "A vampire's bite." Iris simply shrugged. Dom's eyes were wide as saucers, "Iris, stop messing with me. Vampire bites either kill people or turn them if the venom is injected. I know the science-" Iris interrupted him sarcastically, "If you would be so kind as to be patient enough to listen to the whole part."