Realistic Vampire Bite Tattoo Novels & Stories

Hell, ward or no, I’m worried the doors will snap with a few more of these full-bodied thrusts, so I pull out almost the full length, just to lift his feet right off the floor and slam him up against me, fingers digging into that perfect ass like I’m about to tear it open. He bites down on my neck and rakes his nails down my back, tearing the material of my trench and leaving shallow cuts, even right through the clothing. This is not the kiss of a vampire – it’s the bite of an animal in heat, leaving a full-ringed bruise, but never breaking the skin.

A tall, dark-skinned man on the screen had a woman pinned to the wall, his eyes glowing red, fangs bared as he bit into her neck. Zara gasped, visibly intrigued. Bri smirked. “Lame.” Zara slapped her bicep. “You have no taste.” Bri laughed, eyes lingering on her. “Since that glittery vampire movie, I can’t take them seriously.” Zara giggled, then shifted on the couch, crawling into Bri’s lap like it was nothing. Her thighs pressed across Bri’s lap, weight settling perfectly. Bri instinctively moved her hands to hold her—but Zara slapped them away.

They bared their fangs and hissed in May's direction. The elderly wolf's heart pummeled against her ribs, as her thick ten digits were lifted above her head in sign of surrender. A vampire with black pupils and bald scalp covered in tattoos approached May. He smiled in her face with blackened teeth, causing May to swirl a bit of saliva which had gathered in her mouth, and expel it onto his face. The vampire wiped his cheek then his eyebrows furrowed in malice before his fist met May's temple, rendering her unconscious.

As I carefully examined the lifeless body of the lady, my instincts kicked in, guided by the ever-watchful presence of my wolf. It was as if an invisible force drew my attention to the nape of her neck, compelling me to investigate further. With a growing sense of urgency, I leaned in closer, my gloved fingers gently parting the hair to reveal a telltale mark—two puncture wounds. The unmistakable signature of teeth sinking into flesh. It was a sight that sent a jolt of recognition through my being, awakening the dormant instincts within. My eyes widened as the realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. The mark on the nape of the lady's neck, the unmistakable bite—this was the work of a va

Her tears fall unchecked down her cheeks as she whispers how it's her fault I got bit. "She's just in shock" Clyde explains to Austin who is trying to get my attention. He goes to touch my arm. I whimper and flinch away from him. The bastard bit me on the neck. On the spot Austin had bitten me. I pick myself to my feet and make my way to Alice's bathroom. Austin calls out to me as I do but I shove open the door and look at my reflection. On my neck is a tattoo style image of a red wolf's eye. He marked me.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

He hooked his fingers around her neck, pulling her down until he sank his fangs deep within her throat. The healing enzymes flowed throughout her body, radiating outward, knitting her torn skin easily because they weren't deep wounds. The ache in her bruised cheek lessened, too. A vampire's bite always gave what a person needed most and at this moment, Nikka needed her mate. *** After making love, they slept. An hour later, Dmitri left the bed and Nikka's warmth. He watched her sleep for a few minutes, her beauty marred by a faint bruise that was still visible from her altercation with the unknown she-bear. He went downstairs with anger heating his blood and contacted The Kodiak, telling him

What, did she have more pressing plans? “How does the actual … you know, process work? I mean with werewolves they bite each other and the mark stays, it never fades. But if I bite her it’ll heal after a while, if I bite my tongue and lick her wound it’ll go away entirely,” I said, hating to ask such stupid questions. She wagged her finger but she didn't mock me. “With a vampire it’s all about the blood, as you might have guessed. You need to take about half of her blood and replace it with yours, but not to the point where she might turn, unless that’s what you want,” she said, raising her eyebrow and her finger.

What the hell? “It’s nothing dangerous or bloody, I promise.” Caroline reached out to take my hand, squeezing them reassuringly. “It’s just a tiny bite on your neck, right above the carotid artery, which had a direct link to your heart. The scar won’t even be visible to the naked eye in a couple of days.” “I…I…” Fuck! How on earth was I supposed to respond to that? Bite me? Quiet literally? Weren’t they wolves? They why was this starting to feel like a vampire horror story?

I answered back without any hesitance. “Good,” was all he said before he dropped down on his knees and pulled me closer to himself by my waist before biting off a major chunk of my bare skin by one side of my naked waist and dropped his Vampiric Essence and a tiny, blue drop of something along with it. Being a normal, fully functioning wolf, my skin weaved back in its place before I could scream in pain and the dark, navy blue ink seemed to flow inside me along his essence’s path freely, causing a beautiful tattoo to appear over the bitten side of my waist.