Small Santa Muerte Tattoos Novels & Stories

The once beautiful canvas of his phoenix tattoo is now topped with another set of prints that aren’t part of the art I admired. With blurry eyes, I tumbled out of bed and kneeled between his legs. There, a heartbreaking sight of bullet and knife scars met my gaze. On his right chest, the Outlaws’ insignia was marked with an X. I’m sure a knife did it from the smooth edge of the scar. And on his left side were two bullet wounds, barely missing his liver. But below his left breast, the words ‘corazón para la muñeca’ were written in cursive writing. [heart for the doll]

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.

My eyes fell on the piercing in my hands, then suddenly a little laugh came out of my mouth when I thought of an idea that will surely make Santi mad. What if I'm wearing this earlier? I'm sure that he'll insult me even more for wearing a nose ring and adding the fact that I have tattoos in my arms. He didn't notice my tattoos because I'm wearing a long-sleeved blouse. A person like Santi would definitely call me a drug addict or a sex worker just because of my style. He's such a trash, there's no doubt about that.

"Do you accept?" The void contracted, constricting, and suddenly flashes of Valentina's final moments crashed through me-her terror, her prayers, her thoughts of her twin daughters. "The children," I gasped. "Valentina's daughters." "Will become yours to protect." Santa Muerte produced an obsidian dagger, its blade glowing with ancient symbols. "Each kill must be marked with my symbol. Seven souls who orchestrated your death. Seven chances for vengeance." "Or love?" I reached out and stroked the dagger's handle, its power humming.

My eyes widened at the white tree of life designed tattoo covering his entire brown back. "Oh shit," I cursed and Miguel turned quickly in concern. He looked at my shocked eyes and asked what it was. We heard a gasp from the table and both Maria and Sergio were looking at his back. "You have a tree of life tattoo on your entire back, I think you really are life," I mumbled softly and his eyes twinkled mischievously. I felt his arms pulling me into his embrace and his lips feathering across my own. "We are opposites and ideal soulmates, I want to stay with you Sebastian. Am I an immortal like you now?" I looked deep into his eyes and grinned as I tried to use a little of my death magic only t

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

I think about reaching over to flick the used needle away, but my eyes catch on the tattoos surrounding the metal prick. Luna. Her name is a swirl of colour in the bleak wasteland of cartel tats that proclaim my place, my superiority within the organization run by family. Los Zetas. The most feared cartel in Mexico and beyond. And I am among the elite within this vast army of underworld thugs. These marks upon my body are trophies of war, my right of passage. Lost innocence. Except for Luna. The one mark I had written over and over; on my arms, my legs, my neck and over my heart. My salvation.

No response. But one arm went higher, revealing more of the tattoo on his side. What was that? A feather? A quill? Covering a long scar along his ribs... Of, for God’s sake… more iron muscles. “Sir? Hello?” Starlight tried again, a little louder. He was on one foot then, reaching for something on the roof. She stepped forward, considering the best way to get his attention. She blew out a deep breath. This was ridiculous! What was the matter with her?

Pure, unholy sin. My hands moved on their own, sliding up his chest, tracing the tight lines of muscle beneath his warm olive skin. My fingers brushed the tattoo inked into his ribs, the Italian cross, the Latin carved beneath it. Mors tua, vita mea. Your death, my life. His grip tightened on my waist. He pushed me back, and my spine met the cold marble wall with a gasp. The contrast between his heat and the chill behind me sent a shiver all the way down to my toes. Zach’s lips left mine and dropped to my neck, kissing, biting, branding me with sins no holy water could ever cleanse.