San Judas Tattoo Small Novels & Stories

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

Zoe's POV It took me a few minutes until a vine design caught my eye. It expressed my twisted life and my state of mind perfectly. "This one, on the shaved side of my head," I told Judy. She took a look at the table, "This one will take five hours, at least. Possibly more." She looked at me, "Have you ever had a tattoo before?" I shook my head. "I'd recommend a small quote on a wrist to see if you can handle it for the first time, instead of going straight to the scalp. It's a sensitive area." Judy advised.

Her dad had the kind of voice that sounded like it came with shareholders. Across from me sat her younger brother Blaine, who looked like a discount Prince Charming and kept glancing at my rings like they might infect him. “So…” Mrs. Fontaine sipped her wine, “what exactly do you do, Jade Dominique?” “It’s JD,” I corrected gently. “I’m a tattoo artist. I own my own studio.” Her brows lifted. “How... colorful.” she drawled. I swallowed slowly. Mr. Fontaine cut in, swirling his drink. “How’s the crime rate in that business?”

I sent a few to Venus although she hasn't responded yet. I looked across the room and smiled as I watched Jupiter wince in pain. The tattoo artist was inking his left arm and I'm assuming that the design was a lot bigger than the ones I have on my wrist. He refused to tell me what it is since it's supposed to be a surprise, as he said. Half an hour later, he waved at me and flashed a thumbs up, to let me know that the tattoo is done. I dropped the book and excitedly sauntered towards them so I can have a look on his little surprise.

When I don’t move for a good ten seconds, he shoved the thing in my face. Taking the paper, I turned it over, looking at the sketch. “It looks like Medusa,” Indra says. “Male version of Medusa,” the sketch was as Indra had said, the typical drawing of Medusa, but instead it was a male. His eyes are white, wide and panic stricken. His mouth is covered by a black duct tape, his head full of snakes. “What does this mean?” I asked Jordan. ‘This is Ludo’s tattoo,” he signed, informing us. ‘It’s on the inside of his thigh,’

And don’t say you’ve never been warned. TAYA’s POV : "You're right Blondie, tonight was fun. I'm glad I came," Judah came back moments later, striding towards me in his wet dinosaur boxer briefs. I shoved the pack of cigarettes back into his jeans pocket quickly and I turned around. "Yeah, me too," my eyes darted to his lower abdomen area, "And now I know where you have a tattoo," Judah had a tattoo of a lion on his lower stomach, and it was big and intricate. I couldn't see the whole thing though, as half of the tattoo was covered by his boxers.

The pipe fell loudly to the ground, and the thug followed it as Judas signaled one of his men to kick the attacker on the side of his ribs to the right. And so, ever since then, Patrick pledged loyalty to Judas, and it turned out Patrick was an artist. He was just starting his tattoo artist career when he met Judas, but the Mafia Don was impressed with his talent and ordered all his loyal men to carry a similar tattoo as to one of his marks. Judas was confident Patrick would never share whatever conversation takes place here with anyone, not with another single soul.

Jasmine tried to move her hand, but was somehow stuck touching him, feeling the ickiness of the sludge crawling in her skin. “You will take Lucifer’s offer.” They looked at each other for a moment as time stilled. The wind started to blow only around them as they had their private conversation. Jasmine noticed the strike of lightning that stood the test of time not moving as she tried to break away from Judas using her other hand to pull. “Let me go.” Her voice rumbled as the thunder cracked the sky. Judas smirked. “Do you believe you are better than Jesus himself? I know him and seeing you…” he shook his head. “You don’t even compare…”

This is despite the fact that he urged me to do so. Regarding Rivard Escallions, I believe that I have come across that name before, or I may have just seen it. What truly stood out to me about Jake was the tattoo that he has on the back of his neck. I immediately recognized the design.

Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words. The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him. Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him.