Realistic Vampire Bite Tattoo Novels & Stories

I stand back and admire the perfection of my mate’s body as the water washes over her back, bottom and thighs. “You know,” she says, giving me a coy look over her shoulder, “I’ve been thinking I’d like to get a tattoo.” “A tattoo?” I ask frowning. “What kind of tattoo?” “A vampire tattoo, right here,” she says, running her hand over her butt cheek, watching me. “What would this tattoo look like?” I ask her, feeling and smelling her desire for me in the heated shower. “Your teeth marks,” she says and now I understand. My mate loves feeling my fangs in her body nearly as much as she likes my cock deep inside her.

The pale brown almost birthmark looking tattoos along his arms, shoulders, back and chest blaze with divine light and a long bow appears in his massive hand, a full quiver on his back. “Careful of the weres and the humans!” I warn, as he nocks a wicked looking arrow and let’s fly into the back of a knife-wielding vampire with one of the Candlewood wolves pinned against a tree. Twitching as if a current of electricity was running through him, the vamp staggers back, but before the loosed were can tear into him, the arrow bursts into a white-hot flare, burning the bloodsucker from the inside out. My father glances at me, arching a brow.

I squashed it down as soon as it arose; there was no time to feel pride, not when there was a life on the line. Her lips were blue. She started to shudder, my Dad slamming his hands onto her chest behind me. Her head bounced, rolling onto one side, and my eyes narrowed in on a large bite mark scraped across her exposed neck. It was dark and gruesome, almost black in the dawn light against her pale skin. This hadn't been done merely to feed; this was an attack, wild and vengeful. “Vampire bite,” I said, my tone empty, emotionless - focused. “She’ll need blood.”

Her skin was pale, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I've got you. I'm right here," I whispered frantically, pulling her gently into my lap. I tilted her head back, my heart aching at the sight of her pain. "Hold still, my love." I leaned down and pressed my tongue to her wounds. The taste of her blood was intoxicating, sweet and fiery—not poisonous to me, somehow—but I fought my instincts, allowing my saliva to do its work. The vampiric enzymes knit her broken skin together, sealing the bite marks until only two faint pink scars remained.

“I had your prescriptions filled and your apartment lease terminated. Your things will arrive later today.” “You’ve been busy.” “I’m efficient.” He leaned against the counter, those silver eyes tracking my every movement. “How do you feel?” “Good. Tired, but good.” I touched the bite mark self-consciously. “It doesn’t hurt.” “It won’t. The marking bite heals differently than feeding bites. It’ll scar, but beautifully. Every vampire who sees it will know you’re claimed.” He set down his own mug—he’d been drinking something red that definitely wasn’t wine. “We should discuss practicalities. When I feed from you, where do you prefer? Some humans like it to be clinical—quick bite, quick feed, do

He stiffened as he felt the syringe penetrate his skin, the deadly poison coursing through his veins. “Fuck!” he cursed before collapsing to the floor. I panted and looked at Tarr. “Oh, my Goddess!” I screamed when I saw blood gush out from Tarr’s neck. I helped him to stand up and looked at his neck. There were two small puncture dots on his neck from where blood was oozing out constantly. Did the vampire just bite him? Tarr coughed, holding his neck. “They’re coming.” I heard thundering footsteps approaching from the other side. Shit!

She loved my smile and I would smile at her a thousand times if that would make her happy. I had marked her the moment I felt her life slipping away. Sniffing her neck, I sank my elongated canines into her collarbone after finding her sweet spot, drawing blood. I licked the wound to seal it and a small tattoo of a Lycan and a wolf howling at the moon appeared on the marked spot.

She urged him to take her fully, but he simply chuckled as he continued to tease her flesh with his hands and lips. Sexual frustration mounted to unbelievable heights within her until she sought release by sinking her own teeth into the tender part of his neck. She savored the taste of his warm blood that she’d grown so accustomed to as she felt him wince with pain. Unlike a vampire’s bite – which is a mere piercing of pointed fangs- her bite was made with flat, dull teeth that tore the flesh as they entered. It caused a burning, painful sensation that he just couldn’t get used to.

The next, he was behind it, right in front of me, close enough that the heat between us snapped tight again, his hand already at my shirt, pulling it down just enough to expose the mark on my shoulder. My breath hitched. His expression changed instantly, dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with me this time. “Bianca did this?” he asked, his voice low. “And she didn’t close it?” “What are you talking about?” I snapped, very aware of how close he was. Arthur stepped closer too, his gaze locking onto the bite. “You were bitten by a vampire,” he said, his voice tinged with rage. “And she didn’t finish it?”

I told her as I carried her into my room. I wanted to mate and mark right away. Like with werewolves, when you mark someone, they go into heat. I wanted her in heat so we could get her pregnant as soon as possible. We just had to be careful to bite in the right spot, so we didn’t hurt her. With her being a vampire, our bite could be poisonous if you don’t position it in the proper mating spot. She tried to wiggle out of my grasp, but I had a tight grip on her legs. I massaged her soft ass with my other hand and then brought it down to give a satisfying smack.