Tattoos Alt Novels & Stories

“Oh, my bad. Forgive a girl for having dreams and imaginations.” “That’s what you do during your spare time? Think of weddings?” “Most times. I even have a P*******t board for wedding dresses which is separate from the one with shoes or the one with flower arrangements. You know what P*******t is, right?” “Do I look that old to you?” “Not that old actually. Maybe around the age of 68. That can’t be too old.” “68? I shall have you know that I’m 34!” He exclaimed.

“The Alpha isn’t always an elite. So if he were to stack the warriors with elites that he chose, it might muddy the actual strength that was needed to be an elite.” She seemed to get it and didn’t ask anything else. Music turned on and I realized Emmett probably threw my phone on shuffle again. Paul’s pen left my back and he ran his hand over my back. “Alright, you ready?” I nodded and closed my eyes. Tattoos as a wolf were easy. If you could manage the initial pain of being stabbed by tiny needles, a tattoo would heal within a couple hours. We used them a lot as expression but this was a status tattoo. They acknowledged me; acknowledged my strength. That meant the world to me, but now the w

Althea remains by my side throughout the whole process, alternating between chatting with both Bailey and I, and touching me either by running her fingers through my hair or just whispering her words of encouragement into my ears, the pride and certainty obvious in her voice steadying me even more. By the time it’s done, they both help me to sit up then Bailey wheels a kind of mirror towards me— one that brings my nape into view. I catch the reflection of my tattoo, and my breath hitches. The phoenix is perfect—every feather, every line meticulously inked into my skin with the bold yet subtle touches of reds and oranges to depict the flames clinging to the wings of the legendary creature. A

Maybe June was just imagining it. June just realized that from behind the folds of the sleeves of the T-shirt Alarick was wearing, a wolf-shaped tattoo appeared, as well as from behind the neck of his shirt. It looks like this man's body is covered in tattoos. That's what June imagined. Alarick took her into the elevator and then pushed the button on the floor where June lived. This is crazy! How did he know all this? Is this person a psychopath? A handsome psychopath with alluring gray eyes. June guessed, but all her thoughts only made her frightened even more.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

she muttered, placing the picture on the table. "It was on the hand of yesterday's dead body that was found in the Nagosia forest," Altan said, glancing at the picture and placing the coffee mug in front of her. "How did you see this tattoo so easily in the picture?" Emily looked at Altan in surprise. He just smiled at her question. "How can you say so confidently?" Esen asked Altan. "Because, I believe, I did. Yes, it was hidden in her wounds but she had the same tattoo," he replied, confidently.

She's always liked tall guys with dark hair and maybe a few tattoos. We laugh a lot as we discuss the men we've dated and how bad they were. She admits she's a virgin. i tell her I am, too. I even say it's a great thing in our world she doesn't seem convinced. We get to the tattoo shop, and we pick two tattoos, one we each will get on our wrist and one that we pick for our selfs. The one on our wrists is a tattoo of two wolf shadows howling at the moon, and the one I get that's just for me is a colorful dream catcher on my shoulder blade. I was done before Annalise, but it was ok because she had designed and drawn her own tattoo, and I got to watch them finish it. I was at a loss for words.

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.