Spider Murphy Tattoo Book Novels & Stories

books that weren't about architecture or history, but about the world they had run away from. He pulled a heavy, leather-bound volume book from the bottom shelf. The cover was dusty, the pages yellowed from how old the book seemed. He flipped through it frantically, his heart hammering against his ribs, until he found what he was looking for. He slammed the book down on the table, pointing to a hand-drawn illustration. It was the broken wing. "Look," Theo whispered. "Tell me that's a random tattoo." Mia looked down, her face going pale as she read the inscription beneath the drawing. Her voice was a mere breath. "Hunters of the Silver Moon."

The light traveled over the line of his shoulders and the slope of his spine I noticed a tattoo on his back close to his shoulders I hadn’t picked up before: a spider inked over what looked like the faded outline of a skull. Faint shadows of the old design showed beneath the new one. I considered asking, but some things felt private, like bookmarks in someone else’s book. I let it be.

I felt a huge surge of power once it was around my neck, we moved on to Aspyn. When we got done with all four of us and we all had our amulets on the room started to glow from each of us a bolt of energy rose to the ceiling, and they are were intertwined with one another weaving all four of the colors of our amulets together bind them as one. I looked at the parchment paper that I had used for my spell earlier it was doing something marvelous, it bound with the magic bolt it created a mark a tattoo, its had each of our names and bloodline origins one the paper, what kind of familiar we had their names our wolves names and mine had my dragon name as well, I felt something sting on my back and

I smirked, glancing at her from the corner of my eyes. “Do you really believe them? I still think they’re wasting our time,” Verity said, sipping the coffee. “Be careful, it’s still hot,” I said, pouring the coffee beans with a small amount of cocoa beans in the grinder. “Honestly, I don’t know. But… Morana said the logo was created from an ancient book. City of books.” “So this mafia you are looking for could be a secret ancient book club of curses?” I let out a sigh and looked at Verity.

I mean, even before we were dating exclusively I haven’t really given much thought about this relationship and I feel bad that I am still keeping her. “It’s thrilling.” I replied. “I mean it has been a year and a few months since I have been stuck here.” She smiled, “You must be very excited to go back to the beach.” I nod, “Yeah I am. But I don’t think I will surf anytime soon.” I bent my left knee up close to my chin so I can put my sock on my foot but I was stopped when I saw a tattoo on the inner ankle of my left foot that says, Mockingbird. I don’t remember ever having this tattoo on me and then I remembered the other one on the outer side of my left ankle which said Blue.

My gorgeous yum-yum was dealing with so much by himself… Liam moved across to grab the salt and his shirt moved slightly, showing off some of his tattoos. He had some sort of symbols drawn across one side of his chest, but what intrigued me was the small picture of a bird sitting right above the symbols. A raven? Interesting tattoo for a wolf. I didn’t ask about it, it was clear Liam was a man of few to no words and with a very broody attitude. When we had finished eating, he ordered some more drinks and I realised he was trying to delay us leaving.

What we’ll do, I don’t know. I kneel upright, eyes glossing over the neat and intentional tattoos on his back. I take in his muscles and toned back. I have a feeling nothing’s going to feel soft. But back to the tattoos. There’s something written in a foreign language right in the middle of his back—the spinous whatever. Above it is a maze. A figure walks in the path, but there seems to be no way out of the maze. On the side of his ribs: ‘The way to the heart is a path full of thorns’

That would actually make a kick-ass tattoo. “And this one?” He pressed his lips to the black scorpion tattoo on the upper swell of her left breast. She refocused. “I thought it’d be funny to have a deadly insect crawling out of my bra.” “What about this one?” He traced the large blue starburst pattern surrounding her belly button. “I designed it when Skylar decided to leave the rat race in California and turn her hobby into a business.” Her belly rippled when his thumb brushed over the design and the jewel dangling from her navel.

’ Sure enough, towards the lower half of the shelf, my name stood out in vibrant lettering. Without thinking, I reached out and snatched the book from the shelf. I reminded myself to be quiet as I gawked at the cover of my own book. The entire thing was scarlet in color. It was this vibrant, flaming shade amongst a shelf full of dark colored books. The thread that spelled out my name was a shimmering gold. The phoenix tattoo that now sat across my back seemed to tingle, as though these two things were connected in a way.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.