Taint Tattoos Novels & Stories

His green eyes were small and spaced evenly apart, sitting below trimmed eyebrows that seem to curve as a natural extension of his broad, crooked nose and for some reason, I found that really sexy. He had a smirk on that lush lips of his and his natural brown color hair was neatly combed to reveal a wide forehead. This hottie was putting on an armless shirt and gosh those muscles. He had tattoos on his arms. I could spot two cardinals on a tree facing each other tattooed on his right arm and under it were the words ‘I am always with you’. He was breathtakingly beautiful and at the same time, scary. I definitely know he is someone I am supposed to be scared of but right now,I couldn't care le

I replied looking away I didn’t want to engage with him. I wanted to leave this place, I didn’t want to ruin my skin, I never wanted a tattoo, I hated to feel pain in fact I hated everything he made me do and feel. I didn’t have much of a choice as I followed Pablo and Moreno into a small room, where Pablo made me sit on a chair asking what type of tattoo I wanted. “You’ll be writing my name on her wrist, that’s all,” Moreno said standing in the corner. I looked at him and it looked like he was avoiding my gaze but why would he?

“There are symbols that have been used for centuries to prevent possession.” “So you can tattoo my body and in return, Adron cannot possess me?” I clarified. “Correct.” “Can anyone tattoo these or only you?” “Anyone can tattoo it, but it has to be done with a certain ink.” “What’s in the ink?” I was more of less questioning her to see if she knew what she was talking about. If she would have come sooner, Jet wouldn’t be fighting for his life right now. “Different herbs and spices but hard metals like platinum, hafnium and thallium.”

Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot. "You have a tattoo too?" Tessa's eyes are surprised by what she sees. Tribal tattoos are the most painful tattoos because of their intricate shapes and engravings. "You remember? I got a whipping when I was protecting you?" Hardin brings up the time Tessa was kidnapped. "I'm sorry I made you get the marks." Tessa's hand trembles as it touches Hardin's arm, even though the texture still feels like uneven skin.

He also loves showing off his tattoos – he has tribal tattoos all over his chest and arms. Tattoos aren’t fun at the best of times, but they’re more painful for us wolves. We heal too fast and don’t scar easily so the only way to get tattoos is to use a tattoo gun made with pure silver because any injury caused by silver once healed leaves a scar. Gamma James’ tattoos are basically a giant warning sign screaming ‘I’m dangerous and pain means nothing to me.’ “Just once I wish my old man would wear a shirt,” whispers a voice beside me and I have to stifle a chuckle.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

the nurse mentions, but I feel too dazed to give a proper response. “Here,” Kaitlyn says, opening a water bottle and tipping it towards my lips. As I drain the bottle, I observe the room… Seeing flower arrangements and balloons. Fruit bowls and boxes of chocolate, along with pastries. Then, expectedly, two men wearing black suits were guarding the door. How dramatic. All of this is really dramatic. After finishing the water, I feel more alive. “Are you feeling any pain?” “Yes,” I breathe, “my head feels like it was cracked open.”

The tattoo was like a rose, with long thorns on the twining vine, a bird had been stabbed through its body and the branches were red with blood. The tattoo just covered the scar on her wrist! She had seen tattoos before. But she had never seen such a gorgeous, almost real tattoo. When she raised her hand, she even felt that the blood could drip. The rose petals seemed to be alive. With one more look, she almost thought the petals were trembling. A tattoo like this suddenly appeared on her slender wrist, which looked more and more strange against her snow-white skin, with an indescribable glamour! The girls who took care of Jean told her that the tattoo would never fade, and it would get brig

“Keep teasing baby, circle your clit for me.” She doesn't hesitate, her fingers follow my command, circling her clit gently. “Caelum,” my name falls from her lips, a soft moan covering it. It sounds so pure on her tongue, so effortless. My cock hardens and I grunt, fighting the urge to devour her. My gaze lifts, meeting hers. “Hmm?” I retort, my hand undoing the buttons on my shirt. Aurora 's gaze drops to my chest, gazing at the inked bareness of it. Her name is tattooed on me, but I highly doubt she's noticed it, very few people do, they get too distracted by the sleeve or other tattoos on me to notice her marking tattooed on me. It was a drunk decision, but somehow I've never regretted it

They should not be. When I take a soul like his, the residue never simply disappears. Sin leaves an imprint. That corruption must be carried somewhere so it does not seep back into the world that created it. So it comes to me. The tattoos hold it. Each line etched into my skin absorbs another fragment of human darkness. Normally the burning begins almost immediately. Sometimes before we even leave the place where the soul died. But now nothing happens. Nora studies the ink for another moment. “That’s not normal.”