Tattoos Alt Novels & Stories

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

But still I took Al's advice, except I put down my hair and let them swing freely around my waist. Al liked them, I could feel that. He gazed at my tattoo with only appreciation, unlike in the past where people would just stare at me in horror. Although that might have something to do with the fact that my tattoo was connected to my poison, and my poison, reminded people of the curse. "You have nice hair." I jumped up in a startle and turned on my heels. The Alpha was standing by the door with only his head stuck in, his eyes flickering, but what was more frightening was that--

Alfred asked again, his voice now deeper than before. "I'm not sure," Vivianne replied, lowering her head and taking a deep breath to control the trembling in her body. "The infinity sign tattoo is common, so I don't understand why you're reacting this way." "My tattoo has small thorns surrounding the sign," said Alfred, his gaze unwavering. "Did you see the same thing?" "I'm not sure," Vivianne tilted her head, pretending to think about something. "I'll let you know when I can confirm what I saw."

Lacey said shaking her head. “You’re so full of shit, a tattoo just doesn’t appear,” Minet said with a scowl. “It is not a tattoo, not in a conventional sense” a voice wafted in from the darkness, Azulthaël appearing shortly after, one of his eyebrows raised, “I have never heard of two appearing at the same time.” “If it isn’t a tattoo, what the f**k is it then?” Minet asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Such a vulgar mouth, do you wish to be hung again?” Azulthaël said, scowling in disgust.

I murmured while examining the included photographs. One image depicted Aurora during her teenage years, alongside a teenage boy, evidently deeply in love. Presumably, this was her mate. Another photograph captured the boy shirtless, his shorts riding low enough to reveal a discreet D&D tattoo just below his abdomen, where his V-shaped muscle disappeared beneath his shorts. The tattoo would have gone unnoticed if the photographer hadn't intentionally focused on it. A third photograph showed the two of them reclining together, the camera zeroing in on their matching initials tattooed on their skin.

And yet. "S-Stop this..." she panted. Zalakai's eyes narrowed as he looked her over again. Scars covered her body, but not as dark as the ones on her back. She had said nothing else about admitting her "Father" was the one to cause her harm. He couldn't recall anything about her parents. He knew she was an orphan at a young age, but nothing else from that. Tattoos covered her arms, her chest, her sternum and her neck. Tribal. Old traditional tattoos decorated her throat. Tribal lined her collarbone and sternum. Both of her arms were full of water colored art with what appeared to have proverbs quoted in spots. Her ribs were also inked. Her right side was with a Phoenix and the left side with

Garrett stated. Wow, so this was his own stance and I realised that I had not been giving him credit enough. "Well, that makes two of you." Harold responded. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "The tattoo on Peter's hand has already disqualified him from being Alpha. An Alpha must have no blemishes, remember?" He asked. "But that's a work of art!" Damon said quickly.

“Nice, wish I had gotten one before I reached here, I’d have to wait four years before I ever see a tattoo needle.” “I guess…” I said, taking more interest in the leftovers of my food and wishing this discussion would pass. “Tattooing the Alpha King’s emblem is kinda weird though. Alpha Alsander’s a psychotic maniac, destroyed the whole south.” Liam’s geekiness is bit of a problem at times. “I am weird.” Wasn’t sure if that was the best reply.

“Why did you tattoo her name on your neck?” "Come here." The order was soft but firm, his palm resting on the cushion in invitation. Teeth gritted, I closed the distance and sat, my body tense. I was still filled with anger. I wanted to know why he would tattoo her name on his body, when it should have been mine. He took my hands into his and even though I wanted to pull my hands away, I couldn't. Maybe I need that reassurance. “First of all, that tattoo isn’t new. In our pack, Alphas mark the names of their Lunas on their skin. It's just like a symbol of their devotion to them.”

“Sold.” “And you?” he asked Chris. She flipped her short, golden braid over her shoulder. “Blue butterfly. Freedom. Chaos. Rebirth. You know, vibes.” The guy nodded. These two spoke each other's language apparently. While we waited for him to prep the designs, we lounged in the chairs, thumbing through a book of past tattoos. “Wait,” I said, pointing to a photo. “That looks like Alpha’s wolf form. Saint.” The artist glanced over. “Oh, yeah. The Alpha used to come in here all the time. Had a whole back piece done—his wolf, moon phases, some pack sigils. Really intense stuff.”