Small Santa Muerte Tattoos Novels & Stories

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

“Do you often drink this much?” “No, just when I know that the nightmares are going to be bad. The tattoo that I got tonight is for a K9 that gave her life for me. Protecting me. The memories are right there, just under the surface.” she tapped her head. “You see the five of us having fun, getting drunk, being a little too perverted.” She shook her head. “We’re trying to make peace with our demons.”

The tattooist says waving his gadgets in the air for effect. "Wait, you actually charge? " Sao asks shocked. "Well yeah, do you think I'd be here doing charity for you young blood? It's way past my bedtime. " He answers smugly busying himself . "Brother if you want a tattoo I'll pay. " Modei offers. "No, I wouldn't want something I can't afford. Let's just go enjoy the rest of the festival. " Sao rejects him. "I think he is scared of a little prick. " Winter says in a silent challenge to Sao.

“Skulls and bones signify death. Knives and waves signify the medium of death. Waves in the sense that the person died by drowning. Knives in the sense that the person died by stabbing or some other way.” “Sia mentioned that he tried committing suicide at some point.” “There you have it.” “Why am I seeing these things? Is it normal to see these things?” “For hellhounds, yes. The tattoos tell you how many times one has escaped death.” “And this information is needed because?” “If the tattoos have reached a certain number, it means that the individual in question is tired of life. And we, because we’re so merciful, we end their life for good,” he explained.

After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

“You are one funny kid. How could you even tell that?” My brows raised, “The guy shaking he was looking at those people up there,” my chin pointed to a huddle of people. “They are a cartel, right? If I wasn’t mistaken of the tattoos that elaborately adorn their bodies, there are from Santa Muertos. Which only means my guy owes them something and concludes my deduction but the way he was tapping his right foot.” I mimicked the motion the guy was doing. One Two. One. Two.One. Two. “Made it clearer, he’s someone's sister’s or daughter’s husband!” My tone hitched.

I step backward and hit into Santino’s chest. Santino grabs my hand, assessing the part where I got burned from touching Maximo's chest. “ Beg me, and maybe I will heal you,” Santino whispers, his deep voice doing things to me. “ I would rather die than beg anything from you.” I spit as I stare at Maximo, who remains rooted in front of me. Maximo smirks and I can feel Santino’s chest vibrate. “ She is feisty, I like her. Makes me want to have her writhing under me in bed while I bury my balls deep inside her hole.”

"That chip contains the kill-code for the 'White-Void' tattoos. But you can't fire it from a gun. It has to be Injected directly into his heart. And there’s only one person who can get close enough to do it." Serafina looks at Dante. "The copy. The only one whose scent he’ll recognize as his own. You’re not going to hunt him, Dante. You’re going to Replace him." To save the child, Dante has to become the very monster he was cloned from.

If they have Bella and my unborn child, they are as good as dead. “Fuck, hopefully they don't know she is pregnant because they will use this against you. We did find tattoos on all of them. I have never seen these tattoos before on other gangs or mafia. Whoever it is was fast and knew what they were doing.” Richard said as he showed me a photo of the tattoo’s on the men we had killed. “A scorpion?” “Yes, everyone has it on the back of their necks. If we can find the person who had done this, we can find whoever was behind this attack.”