Taint Tattoos Novels & Stories

What's it with silk ,red , gray and black color? "I will be back in twenty, make sure you are done and ready, Okay?" Tacy told me as she was on her way out of the room. " Alright, I will . See you then. " I waved at her. Before she left , she turned to me and smiled. She asked"Wait, you can see the marks on my neck ?" Surprised at her question, I answered"Yes I can. Is it meant to be invisible ?" She just nodded her head on both sides and said "It's a tattoo , imprinted on me by my love."

Loraine couldn’t help but curse. Shelly sighed. “Well, you know that you cannot easily run away from fate. Besides, I have to let you know that since you have a large tattoo, even if I would cover it so that when you show your back to others, they wouldn’t be able to see that you had a mark on you, but just remember that it will be erased on its own… maybe it can last for a day.” “What do you mean by that?”

Kirill’s smirk deepened as his fingers grazed over the syringe as he lifted it. “What does it look like, dear sister?” he mused, drawing the liquid into the syringe. “I’m tying up loose ends. That’s what family does, isn’t it? Protects its legacy. We’ve wiped every trace of your existence—no name, no records, no past. To the world, you don’t exist. Why keep you alive, when you are invisible to the world?”

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

I confess. As we walk to the cashier, I'm glad to notice that here is no existing line, because that is literally all I need right now to push me closer to the verge of an upcoming mental breakdown. "Hello, I'm Stacey, what can I get for you today?" The cashier asks, taking our order. She has the brightest smile that is quite ironic for her appearance. Stacey's appearance is one that society would label as a goth. She has lip-, nose- and ear piercings, bright red hair, black eyeliner, finished off with a black matte lip. Her tattoos can be seen poking out from under the neckline of her shirt. Society has boxed people like her into a category that makes us believe that she would be mean, unca

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

“So do you have the tattoos?” I can’t help from running my eyes over his chest. I’m not sure why I’m disappointed when he shakes his head. “I have many tattoos but they are all hidden. I need to maintain the bland businessman portrayal. They are also not in the old style of your body being your testimony of deeds. My father would not allow it—too easy for the Feds to take note, then try and pin crimes to us. So I have a lion of our name, the same as my brothers. As well as several I like.” A small, wicked smile. “I was surprised to find your tattoo. Although I guess I should not have been.”

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Les stands next to me with a slight grin, looking around the waiting area. “Gunpowder?” I sniff the air. It smells like astringent and cleaning supplies. Maybe she didn’t wash her hands well enough after firearm practice this morning. “You know, Tessa never let us get tattoos, except the rose and dagger.” Les holds her hands behind her back with a relaxed posture. “Even then, it had to be hidden under our clothes. She said it would make it easier to identify us. Especially Interpol and the FBI.” “And now?” I lean against the counter and look up at her. “You’re not worried about being identified?”

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