Tattoos Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

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

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.

We both laughed and played in the water, but I couldn't take my eyes off the pink color of her bra showing through her white t-shirt. I quickly took off my tank top, which surprised her. "Senpai, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly undressing?" I just laughed and approached her. "So that you can have a better view of my body." She gave me a dirty look, and I was about to playfully punch her hand. "Look," I placed her hand on my chest and looked into her eyes. "You're so cold," she said, and I smiled. "Well, what can I say? I'm a vampire." She shook her head and gently touched the scar on my chest, clearly visible over my heart.

He stated quietly, taking another step towards me. I barely had any time to react to that before he bent down a bit and cupped my cheek with one his hands. I instinctively leaned into his hand. His face had turned serious. "I know you've been through this before, but the vampires working there are always different and you never know what to expect." He paused for a second, moving the collar of the hoodie to make sure that the mark on my neck was visible, "If what you said is true, be sure to make this as visible as possible at all times."

The door to his room was half open and I could see him changing, he was muttering something while undoing his shirt and revealing my greatest desire, I stood there, my body leaned against the door frame as I cross my arm and look at his perfect muscled body, His back was facing me as he rummaged through the closet to find a t-shirt, my lips voluntarily curved as I imagine my lips on those babies, Without any layer not only I could see the perfect mysteries but now his tattoo was also fully exposed, I drool my eyes at the first tattoo he had on his shoulder blades; two wings, one broken, the other hand stitches to support it, there was a phrase written in cursive that said " Love cures Poison