Taint Tattoos Novels & Stories

The neon sign in the window hums faintly in the dark. "Here is the thing," Dorian says, turning off the ignition. This tattoo isn't just art. It is a badge. Think of it like a password key. Only people carrying this specific mark are allowed inside tonight. It is designed to keep unwanted people out." She looks at him, her expression unreadable. "So, it will be permanent." "It will be permanent," he confirms. "Where exactly does it go?"

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

Hooking his fingers in the tie, he loosened it before taking it off, followed by his coat, and he undid the first three buttons of his shirt. "Can you hold this for me?" "Oh, sure," She took the coat and tie from him as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his veiny arms and the snake tattoo that was looped around his arm in a perfectly dangerous way. "Thanks," he said, taking his things back, and she blinked up at him. Her eyes faintly noticed ink on the right side of his chest, which was slightly visible, and she quickly averted her gaze. Innessa noticed how everyone was practically gaping at her like she was an alien. Their gazes made her self-conscious all of a sudden.

It looked like a dark brown tattoo in the shape of a wolf's paw that extended into a crescent moon. "Once his mark is on you, it's like confirmation that you belong to him. Many guys won't hit on you once they see you are taken, and also, no one wants to provoke an Alpha.", Kalina explained and lowered her voice as she continued, "I assume you have your reason for not announcing it. Are you planning a big surprise party?" Oh, boy. Somehow, Talia knew that she will need to explain this. Again. "It's nothing like that. Drake needs to deal with some things first."

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

This moon shaped tattoo on my neck feels and looks so much different and mysterious from the regular tattoos. I tried my best to scrub and wash it off but the mark won’t go away and this is making me feel more frustrated, Alpha Aiden has already disturb my peaceful morning sleep and now this hickey turning into a tattoo issue is annoying, it feels like Alpha Aiden has led a stake on me and I need to clean this off to feel free. “What’s going on, is this a sign that I am going to die because I gave out my blood?” I asked no one in particular,my voice filled with so much frustration due to having plenty of my questions unanswered.

“No need to get jealous babe. I'm here to make you look hotter than I am, so that your mate wouldn't tear his gaze from you.” The thought of Alpha Alessandro thinking I was hot made my panties soak with my cream. Scarlet washed over my face and I immediately looked away from my friend. “See how you are blushing at the mention of your mate. Goddess alone knows who this man you are hiding from your best friend is.” She closed the door and started walking away, leaving me standing at the door. “That's not the case and you know that.” I pouted playfully and ran towards her. She gave me a long look and sighed.

The ink prepared is carbon-based, reacting naturally and smoothly on the body so that the tattooing procedure will be safe and sterile. "You're ready, aren't you?" asks Denis, the same question for every client before beginning the hours—long execution. "I won't waste time if I'm not ready." "Right, you must be very busy." Denis began to apply the triforce stencil paper to the skin on Gaby's back and flattened the stencil. Denis let it sit for a moment before completely removing it and revealing the triforce pattern that had adhered to Gaby's skin. Denis' focus was back on the line now.

She said confusing us further "We are getting tattoos. We all have physical scars on our body. Violet, you have the scar you got as a kid, just above your breast. Cara, the scar you refused to talk about on your stomach. Fiona, I remember a prominent scar between your breasts. We are going to cover it up" She explained I was marvelled by the amount of thinking she has put into this "With what inscription?" Violet asked "I'm thinking something feministic, something about ourselves" Danielle said "Love" Cara said

Like an electric static on my skin, a sharp tingling that doesn’t belong. Opening my eyes, I break the kiss with Kian and look at him, confused. His tattoos are moving wildly. I pull back, glancing at Malix, and then at Frost. All three of them go still, their gazes locked on me. Their tattoos—the black marks that show the shadows beneath their skin—are going crazy. Spirals and swirls and spikes wave like flags in hurricane winds. Then, as I watch, mesmerized by the display, the shadows begin to crawl off their bodies… and onto mine.