Tattoos Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

I curled around my stomach, trembling. When it was over, Damon knelt beside me. Blood smeared his shirt. His eyes searched mine. "Are you hurt?" I shook my head. He stood and motioned to the fallen attackers. One of his guards rolled up a sleeve. A tattoo. Black ink. A stylized wolf. I staggered closer. My breath caught. "That mark—I saw it. On the SUV. The day I crashed." Damon’s expression darkened. "It’s Andrei’s mark."

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

"Ten years ago my parents were murdered. I was only nine but was determined to help my mom as she was being attacked… I ended up being bitten." I point out the scars set in a circular pattern within the tattoo. Janet looks intensely at the scars, her face thoughtful as creases mar the smooth skin between her brows. "Bitten? But we don't generally get scared from lycan bites…" Janet mutters under her breath. "I didn't say it was a lycan who bit me." I reply gently. Vicky's eyes grow large as if I'd just told her Barney the Purple Dinosaur had attacked me. "It looks beautiful now." She softly says, pulling down the sleeve of her jersey to inspect her own scars. "Do you think a tattoo would hid

She thought it was important, yet the topic she’d been avoiding throughout the year was the one she would hear. Her grandfather continued, “We have no choice, Akira. It's your...fate. I'm sorry.” It was then that he placed a black envelope sealed with a red color that had a symbol of a crow. As soon as Akira saw it, her eyebrows quickly creased in displeasure. It was a familiar envelope since she had seen it multiple times. The vampire seal. “It came from the Riparian zone this morning.” “...”

Rhysand said as he walked over to the antic mirror and slowly slid down his sleeve, revealing his tattooed back that was covered in scars, a vampire head with a bleeding mouth tattoo in his upper back, the image was not only eye-catching but also filling the onlooker with trepidation, it was mysterious. Amren's gaze was drawn to the intricate, lifelike rendering of a vampire's head that adorned his upper back. The creature's fanged mouth dripped with crimson, a visceral reminder of the primal power that coursed through Rhysand's veins. Yet, there was a haunting quality to the image, a sense of pain and turmoil that seemed to emanate from the inked visage. The scars that crisscrossed Rhysand'

I shined the UV on his index finger and there was a tiny tattoo resembling two crosses, one on top of the other and a blood drop in the middle, the line through each cross wrapped around either side making a circle around it. “Clever blood suckers.” Abby said as she moved to the next vamp and found the same mark in the same place. We checked the remaining four vampires and they were all carrying the same make in the same place. “Well I guess I was wrong, Luna, I’m really sorry.” She apologized.

We had gotten to the mansion and I could see Kevin standing, one hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other hand. He was wearing a tight blue jean this time around, but it was rugged. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black jacket, with his neck chain and now I noticed that he had a stud earring in one ear. He had on black high boots that were a perfect fit for his entire dark charisma. As we stopped at the mansion he wasted no time in walking towards me and he held the car door open for me in less than a second. He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all.

They want the daylight tattoo, but will they give up their evil ways? "I accept you as my goddess, and I will repent from my evil ways," Darius says. He does not hesitate, as he knows that he wants to become a child of the Moon God. He has always wanted to be her child, to follow her into the light. A few vampires who do not want to join the Moon Goddess fly away into the night sky. It is not the older vampires. It is more the young generation. It saddens Darius to see them go. Xavier is also hesitant. He doesn't know if he wants to become a good guy. He likes his wild parties, and he likes to suck blood from humans. However, he does not want to become like Iona. Xavier looks at Darius. Dari

“Oh good! Hi Sebastian! I promise you, you want to hear about this. I’m sure you remember the gory night against Lucas’ vampire last year?” “You’re talking about the night a djinn tried to kill your brother and Blue stepped in, right?” “Yes, that night. Turned out that the vampires we killed that night, at least some of them, had the same tattoos on their left arm below the armpit. Papers are showing pictures of two of them, their left arm above their head, so their tattoos are visible in the pictures.” “We burned them all, did we miss some corpses?” “No, we didn’t miss any, I’d set myself on fire on that.”

she smiled widely at them as she rose from the foot of the tree where she sat. "I have a question though," it was the same kid from earlier who had asked who the Vampire King was. "What unique tattoo does he need to find?" "Oh," Dua chuckled, "I have a sample here." She rolled up her sleeve on her right arm, revealing a delicate jacaranda branch wrapping around the her right arm, with small, intricately designed flowers and leaves spreading towards her shoulder. The flowers are a vibrant purple hue, gradating from light lavender at the tips to deep plum near the branch. The branch itself is thin and curved, with tiny buds and leaves sprouting along its length.