Tattoos Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

There I will make my sacrifice, I will draw the blood of my werewolf family and soak it in the ground and give up my wolf and that of the family I never knew or have ever needed, to become the strongest witch in the land. “Whatcha thinking about gorgeous?” I hear a southern drawl come up behind me. I almost forgot he was there, I brought him here for one reason, time for some fun. He’s beautiful and knows he is, and I don’t usually mix business with pleasure, but a girl has needs and he knows how to scratch them, which is the reason he is the only one I let touch me. I turn to look at him, his hard body is a thing of beauty. Broad shoulders with tattoos snaking up his neck and further down h

I watched as the blue and black color, as well as the darkened veins that had begun to sprout, slowly disappeared. I bit my lip as a somewhat self-indulgent thought crossed my mind and continued to stare at the large gash that was taking some time to heal. Biting my tongue with my sharp teeth, I waited until I tasted my own blood on my tongue. Before I knew it, I was leaning down and latching my tongue to his neck and over the place where he had been bitten. It was a somewhat possessive act that shocked even me as I thought it over later on. At that moment, there was no regret or shame in my actions. All I knew was that he was injured and that some other vampires had bitten him. I had the ov

Then the vampire stopped moving and dropped to the ground. Getting up with difficulty, Danica was wheezing, like a fish out of water. In the car, the man was dead when she checked his pulse. She dialed the emergency ORP number and reported what had occurred. Since there was a dead body and his blood coated the vampire inside out, this should take care of the evidence business. Danica crouched down by the now grey body and slid down her dress slightly to see the tattoo. It had been bothering her for some reason. In its full picture, it appeared to be a rimmed black circle amid red stars. Now it looked even more familiar.

)) [[ see for yourself ]] I looked down at my chest and instead of teeth marks there’s a tattoo of a heart with vines wrapped around it and a lock over the vines [[ now look here ]] she had opened her shirt to show me on her chest was one identical to my own with the exception of the heart and vines having a key instead of a lock like my own (( y-you marked me? [[ Did you intend to reject me? Is there someone else you wanted? ]] (( no of course not but I just didn’t expect you to do that )) [[ you’re my mate Chadwick of course I’d mark, if you thought werewolves were possessive then welcome to the world of Vampires, are you going to mark me? Or am I too young for that too? ]] (( do you want

she said, turning to look at him with a smile. Marcus stepped into the tub, and Zyra’s eyes were immediately drawn to the tattoo on his back. It was intricate and fearsome, depicting a cursed demon lycan, with dark, swirling patterns that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. She felt an inexplicable pull towards it and reached out, trailing her fingers along the lines of the tattoo. Marcus stiffened, surprised by her touch. “You just touched my tattoo?” he asked her and she hummed “Yeah” “You good?” he asked her worriedly

The pale brown almost birthmark looking tattoos along his arms, shoulders, back and chest blaze with divine light and a long bow appears in his massive hand, a full quiver on his back. “Careful of the weres and the humans!” I warn, as he nocks a wicked looking arrow and let’s fly into the back of a knife-wielding vampire with one of the Candlewood wolves pinned against a tree. Twitching as if a current of electricity was running through him, the vamp staggers back, but before the loosed were can tear into him, the arrow bursts into a white-hot flare, burning the bloodsucker from the inside out. My father glances at me, arching a brow.

Being claimed by an Alpha of his strength while my body was already weakened by the heat had left me more sore than I wanted to admit. As I stood there in the dim light of the corridor, my mind involuntarily flashed back to the first time I’d gone to Damon’s room for help. I remembered the ink on his skin. It had been mesmerizing—thorny vines wrapping around his neck, dark symbols on his forearms. But it was his back that haunted me. He had skeletal wings tattooed across his shoulder blades, intricate and macabre. And right down his spine, there was a line of cursive script. I hadn't been able to read it then, but the image of it was burned into my mind.

He scoffed, "As if. Marcelyn scanned his torso from the bottom up. A few large scars could be seen on his tight packs. She looked at his thick, bare chest for a moment before stopping, startled by the intricate but urgent wolf tattoo. Marcelyn made fun of him, only to try and get back at him: "If a wolf gets a wolf drawn on him, don't you think a vampire should have a vampire tattoo too? And then a human, a human tattoo.". She adored the tattoo. "What exactly are you saying?" She stared him in the face and asked bluntly, "Do you want to have intercourse with me?".Such a simple and awkward question threw Darell for a loop.

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."