Simple Cthulhu Tattoo Novels & Stories

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

His sleeve rides up, revealing the edge of a mantis tattoo. “-Fuck”

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

Her eyes swept over him slowly. From his lean, muscular torso, down the ridges of his abdomen, and across his inked chest…and that was when she saw it. A tattoo. One she hadn't noticed until now. It started from beneath his left collarbone, curling like smoke across his pec, down his ribs, wrapping over his left shoulder and down the length of his arm. It wasn’t just art..it was storytelling ink, a tapestry of symbols and sharp lines. A Roman centurion stood at the heart of it, helmet tilted upward with a stare to the heavens. Surrounding him, a serpent curled and bled into feathers, and beneath it, Latin script ran along the bottom edge like scripture.

But I wasn't hungry for anything right now. "Penny for your thoughts?" a familiar voice asked behind me. I turned slightly, the sun nestling behind the horizon, casting an orange glow across Thane. His shirt parted along his chest, the ink of his tattoo barely visible. His tattoo moved marvelously, a simplified version of his dragon. It writhed beneath his skin and coiled against my touch. Not unlike a cat choosing its person. Like how Chunky the cat wound himself around Thane's ankles before leaving the ship.

Into a building nearby, must be the pack prison. I notice a tattoo on one of the humans; it’s like a circle with a wolf’s head inside it and a big X across it, amateurs. “They had hunters helping?” Sophia wonders out loud. “Those are just subs” I blurt out with disgust. shouldn’t have said that out loud. stupid Alexandria, why do I keep blurting shit to them? “What are subs? And how do you know that in the first place?” Sophia asks looking at me with suspicion.

"But recently I learnt I can strangle immortals with just my mind, so don't test me." His full lips quirk up slightly, a prominent dimple etched into his left cheek. It compliments his raised cheek bones. My eyes linger downward, noting at the small amount of exposed skin at the top of his chest, a silvery tattoo is marked on his skin, similar to the colour of his eyes, and atop that, a small glass vial filled with a brillant blue liquid, like nothing my mortal eyes have seen before. "Where did you find this one, brother?" Hale asks, looking now at Cian, who appears to be examining the situation unfolding between Hale and I.

Christopher Hale. Hale looked up slowly, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes glinting with something that sent a shiver down my spine. He hadn’t changed—same tailored coat, same quiet menace wrapped in silk and steel. The tattoo on his neck, a black serpent coiled around a dagger, twisted as he moved. “Ethan,” he drawled, pushing off the wall. “Been a while, Miss me?” I straightened my shoulders. “You shouldn’t be here.”