Seventy Times Seven Tattoo Novels & Stories

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

“And the three of you. You can be Lily, Lola and Laila.” I said, and the three of their bodies glowed. They got similar sun tattoos on their wings too. Laila’s tattoo was brighter than the others. “When the seven of you come together, like Zeve said, you will be Red and the seven of you will go with my wife on a journey so, do me a favour… please always protect her.” I said, looking at Zeve. She dropped her gaze with a smile.

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.

“You’re still a ghost. You need seven days to become fully human again—someone who can walk under the sun without unraveling.” I blinked. “Why?” “Because seven is the number of rebirth.” *Of course it is. God help me, I might as well be mad at this point. The deeper I went, the more insane it all got. Rules. Spirits. Gods. Tattoos that only soulmates could see. Still, I stayed beside Avery. I watched her chest rise and fall, barely, and prayed. Prayed harder than I ever had in my life. For her. For Sea. For our unborn child.

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

And if someone is marked with a double crescent moon upon their rebirth then… “…How many times?” I asked, the air choking in my throat. “…How many times have we done this, Clarissa?” I couldn’t look away, my heart racing as I stared at the irrefutable evidence… …The branding on my skin impossible to miss…. …And I proceeded to hear words I never expected to hear. “…Seven,” she answered. “This is the seventh time… and it is the last.”

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

I stopped as I saw the tattoo of a grim reaper. "What does this one means?" "It means death..." "I know but what does this tattoo mean to you?" "Mortality, it's to remind me of my mortality." I traced another one, it was kind of different. I didn't understand it. "What about this one?" "It's when I had my first kill." My eyes widened now that I noticed it, It kinda looked like a bloodied knife. "When was this?" "When I was seven years old." My voice suddenly got so high-pitched that it turned shrill to my own ears. "You killed someone when you were seven?"