Shoulder Blade Tattoo Pain Novels & Stories

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

Yawning tiredly, I got off the bed, walking over to the air conditioner to see that it's still working. "Huh? That's strange." I muttered confusedly, staring around the room. Returning back to bed, I decided to discard the covers, hoping it'd make things better, but it didn't. I felt hotter by the minute, and just when I didn't think it could get worse, I felt a burning sensation on the top back of my left shoulder, causing me to rush to the bathroom, pulling down my nightie slightly as I cried out in pain. It felt like fire laced with ice coursing through my veins, burning through my skin. When the torture finally stopped, I gasped. A glowing symbol was carved into my skin—not cut, not brui

My teeth grazed her pulse, the heat of her racing heartbeat fueling the fire in my veins. But then suddenly, I felt a stab on the back of my shoulder as a rush of pain shot through my nerves. But I didn't care about that. I couldn't care about that... I have experienced much more pain than this and got stabbed several times. But then, out of nowhere, a sharp pain seared through my shoulder, the cold steel sinking deep into my flesh. For a split second, I froze, my mind struggling to process what had just happened. The agony shot through me like a bolt of lightning, a rush of searing heat spreading across my back.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

He extended his arm and stabbed him in the shoulder where he had shot. "Ahh!" Alex groaned in so much pain and he kicked him to his male part. As a man, he knew how it hurts but nothing is personal. His hand is trembling as he trying to remove the knife stabbed in his shoulder. It's nearly touched the bullet inside him. "Ahh! Fuck! Fuck!" He blasphemed again and again as pulling out the knife abruptly.

Besides, he will eventually find me. The man's thick fingers slid across her shoulder where a clear tattoo had been formed. When his fingers stroked the tattoo, the pain tore her heart apart and her body couldn't help but shiver while her back was covered with sweat. Her skin was fairer, compared to most other girls and her shoulder had been flawless without any acne or mole.

They've been nailing our men to the ground with these fucking silver rods. We can't move once this is through us. Especially when it's through our torso. If it would have been through a fleshy part of my leg or arm, I might have been able to tear it out. But unfortunately, this is through my shoulder, just under my collarbone. I literally can't move. The pain is excruciating, the silver burns so bad. It feels like it's seeping into my veins. But I know that it's impossible, it's too soon... At least I think so.

“So you were thinking why I got tats?” “Does it hurt?” “It fucking hurt. Though they will give you topical anesthesia, try Irezumi or Batok.” “Why do people enjoy pain?” “Sometimes people endure physical pain to numb the pain inside. The one untreatable by pain medication.” “I wanna get a tattoo.” “Why?” He was quick to ask me. “Just a small tattoo like a script.” “No tattoo while you’re still pregnant.” “Oh, I forgot.” I hid my smile. “Come here, baby.”

I wasn't so worried anymore and I believed in his words. After about an hour longer, I realised that he was right. The tattoos didn't actually hurt that much in comparison to being beaten around by a Strigoi. The main reason why the ceremony hurt was due to the fact that I was beginning to get cramp from having to stay firmly in the same position for such a long time. Well, that and the fact that there was so much ink being etched onto my skin. It wasn't so much a real painful sensation but more of an irritatingly tingly and stinging sensation.

"How do you feel right now?" Vicenzo whispers behind me while gently blowing the tattoo on the upper part of my shoulder blade. I sniff and look at him through my shoulder. How could he ask me that? I cried a bucket because it's really painful every time I felt the tip of the pen on my skin. He tricks me, he said it's not painful. But here I am, still can feel the sting sensation on my skin. I purse my lips and my eyes narrowed when he flashed a cocky smile.