Tattoo Science Fiction Novels & Stories

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

Coco and Elysian are leaving me in the Cactus! I sighed and looked at the mirror again, I should be happy today, regardless of whatever happens today! I smiled and walked out of the room to see Elysian looking around the Inns of the Cactus. "You have a lovely place here" I heard his deep voice say and I smile, "Thank you!" I tell him and looked at him well, He was a very huge man with different drawings on his body, I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at the drawings on his arm and neck "What are these?" I asked curiously and he looks at me before pointing to the drawings "These? You don't know what these are?" He asked me and I nod my head "They are called tatoos, you seriously don't know wh

My short skirt clings to my ass perfectly, showing off my long legs, and my top stretches over my boobs. My make-up is flawless, as always, but when I see my blue eyes glowing, I freeze. Why the hell is my beast close to the surface now? It can't be just because I'm annoyed? I have more control than that… I'm sure I do. I shake my head and focus on my new tattoo. Honestly, it hurt like hell. The artist had to use a silver needle and ink mixed with wolfsbane to stop it from healing, but it was definitely worth it.

I was sure that before long, my mental cartography of her many vividly colored tattoos would be more or less mapped out. So far, I knew that her two full-sleeve ones were nautical-themed. Her right arm was enveloped by two gorgeously depicted sea creatures. While her left one showed a stormy seafaring scene with a grand sailing ship as its centerpiece. The several smaller pieces that covered her legs were far less uniform. Her thighs, shins, calves and even knees showcased: red roses on thorny vines, a flower-crowned skull, a couple of origami birds, fluffy clouds, a blackhole swallowing up planets, starry galaxies, an incredibly intricate rocket ship. Honestly, I wasn't even confident that

Fiona approached the unconscious man cautiously, making sure he was completely incapacitated before bending down to examine the tattoo on his neck. It was a complex design, comprising of intricate symbols and patterns that seemed unfamiliar to her. "Scott, this isn't any ordinary tattoo," Fiona called out, her voice tinged with surprise. "It looks like some sort of symbol or code." Scott joined her by her side, studying the tattoo intently. "I've never seen anything like this before," he admitted, furrowing his brow in concentration. "It definitely doesn't belong to any known pack or organization in this area." He added,

However, in this case, seeing that painting transports him to that unique moment, where he experienced that purity that he perhaps did not deserve, but that she had chosen him. He covered the painting with the cloth again, this time heading to the bathroom. There, he lifted his shirt to observe his hip, moving the fabric of his boxers a little to see the tattoo more clearly. There it was, that design, the Scorpio constellation tattoo that he had drawn just two years ago, it hadn't even crossed his mind at that moment to mark his skin in that way, but she convinced him. He couldn't resist the sweetness that emanated from that little girl. "I found you, dreamer," he gave a crooked smile. "You

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.

An artist from the wrong side of the river who didn't belong here. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "A tattoo artist," he said. "That explains the ink. May I?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He gestured to my arm, and I extended it without thinking. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His fingers wrapped around my wrist, cool and precise, turning my arm to examine the tattoos. A geometric mandala on my inner forearm. Script in Sanskrit along the outer edge. A phoenix rising from ashes near my elbow.

''Take off your shoes,'' I blurted. He didn’t move. I knelt down and tugged at them myself. Left shoe. Right shoe. Socks. He grunted something about pressure and bent down to pull off his coat. Then his shirt. And my brain flatlined. Tattoos covered his torso, ink winding through muscle and scar tissue in ways that were impossible not to stare at. A hawk spread its wings across his ribs, bold and dark. A skull, a rose, some Latin phrases. And beneath it all, scars. Faded lines that told stories I couldn’t begin to imagine.