Revenge Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

It is not a lot but just enough to let the design show. And my heart goes ice cold. That's the tattoo... the same one I saw on the man who killed my sister. Jason ran. Left me and my sister exposed, he abandoned us to the dangers we never saw coming. We were supposed to be on a fun getaway in Italy. A chance to escape but it turned out to be a nightmare. And now, kneeling here with this man's blood soaking my hands, the past claws its way back in my mind. Quiet vengeance burns deep inside me, but I push it to the side for now. I won't let this go but I can't avenge m sister if I get a bullet to the head.

“If I were in your place, I would have a breakdown like you first so that I can get every ounce of feelings for those people out of my chest, and then the next day, I would come back stronger than ever and plan a revenge. I would make sure they pay back ten times more than what they did to me.” “Revenge? You really would take revenge?” I asked curiously. He shrugged his shoulders. “Why not? Those who mess with me, get their lives messed up in return. I believe in tit-for-tat.” “You are right,” I muttered under my breath as I nodded, a fire of vengeance burning within me.

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

As i slipped into the tub, the warm water soothing my skin, I began to plan my revenge. I would make my erstwhile cheating mate and my bas**rd hell of a brother suffer for what they had done, and i would do it in the most painful way possible. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, imagining Liam and his so called lover face contorted in pain. I reached for a razor blade and began to carve my revenge into my skin, the pain fueling my anger. I etched the bastard hell of a mate and the coward hell of a brother name into my flesh, adding cuts and scars to represent their betrayal.

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

The tattoo on his right arm became prominent as my feet took away the distance between us. That very same ink I saw at the party two weeks ago, and that very same ink I saw the night of my father’s murder. A naked woman with her back profile smiling over her shoulder. Her wavy hair propelled on one shoulder; the serpent's head rested on the other with its slithering tongue sticking out. It was an exquisite art, one that was certainly drawn for the bearer’s desire, a unique mark that will remain forever sketched on the bearer’s skin. “Viviana...” Roman’s voice vanished into the loop of my emotions and thoughts, consuming my reasoning. Vision tunneling, all I saw on the other side was red… dea

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Reese told me that it was clear that the Goddess had blessed our daughter once you saw her markings. Reese’s wolf, Botan, his coat was black. A rich, deep black that almost shimmered blue when he was in the sunlight. Eva’s markings were the same beautiful black color. She had a crescent moon on her right flank. Reese told me that it was a waxing crescent moon. According to Reese, her mark was filled with symbolism and contained several positive aspects. Including making new friends, being decisive, building a better future, and increasing her happiness and joy.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.