Tattoos Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Long afterwards, they still lay like that, interwoven – trying to remember where one began and the other ended. Aster lay on her stomach, her hands tucked under chin, staring up at him. He leaned over and kissed a healing bruise on her shoulder – it would be gone in a few minutes. “I hurt you,” he said, but didn’t really feel any shame or remorse. Vampires could handle it, and the way they both lost control, it was inevitable. He probably had a few healed bruises himself. “Hm-hm,” she mumbled. “What does that mean? The song?”

Kat breathed as she snuggled down into the duvet once more. He got up and went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror seeing the bite mark Kat had left. It was two very clear patterns of semi circles for both upper and lower teeth, nothing like the beautiful imprinted mark left on her neck which would look like a small tattoo once the bonding was complete. This was raw and savage, but he smiled. He would wear it with pride until it healed. Ruben leaned his hands on the vanity and angled his body to get a better look at it wondering if it would heal or whether it would scar considering his vampire healing clearly wasn’t working on it.

With my small circle of friends and those who cared about me, I could already guess who was calling. "Hey, you landed safely?" Gordon, my trainer, asked. He had survived a vampire attack when he was a teenager. An attack that left a scar across his face and an even deeper one on his heart that turned him into an elite vampire hunter. "Yeah, I am settling in my room" "Any news on McCain?" "She is here. I can smell it, this time, am not letting her go scot-free…" "Relax, kid, don't let anger overcome you. She will see you coming, and she won't hesitate to kill you"

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

"Yes. If you are going to ask me why I didn't obtain your permission first before bringing you here, note that you were unconscious and needed immediate help. You can't have the transition process take place anywhere. I had to bring you to a private place where the transition process will take place smoothly. It should be done to avoid problems. I know you would blame me if you had ended up devouring a human's blood because you went out of control." "How long did the transition process take?" "Just a couple of days. Actually, for a normal human to undergo transition, it would take four to five days, but for some reason, the venom in your body spread so fast." "Why did it spread so fast?" I h

"And what next?" "Beasty has the power to turn anyone invisible, while I can mask anyone’s scent," I said next. Earlier, Theodore couldn’t turn others invisible, but after mating with Liara, his gift was unlocked to its maximum limit. "While Vlad will be busy fooling Lenora, we both, and Patrick, Vlad’s right hand, will free Zoe," I added. "That’s it? Only three people?" Scarlett asked and looked at everyone. "I’m also coming." "You’re not. You’re a human. Taking you between vampires is no less than planning your death. What the hell will I say to all my nephews and nieces if anything happens to you?" Vlad objected.

His husky voice seemed like a promising warning to her and she fluttered her eyes open. His dark eyes and devilish side smirk didn't seem sincere to her at all. But from the close she dared to see his face clearly, that dark spot was actually a tattoo which was a black snake. Half of it was drawn on his temple area and the other half started from the under corner of his left eye, running across his left cheek, sinking to his ear. She could tell that under that tattoo was the deep scar which was perfectly hidden by the art. He looked scary with that thing, like a demon. Cruel Damon.

I said, opening my eyes. “The next day, I was murdered, or almost murdered, for being gay. And since I became a vampire, my tattoos don’t fade or go through the usual wear and tear a tattoo on a mortal’s skin.” I said. “So, you were… what dreaming about Eclipse before even my grandparents would’ve been born?” Sage asked, their hand absently petting… yes, petting… my wolf tattoo. “Maybe.” I shrugged. “Is that a Darby thing? One of your family members told Alpha Logan all this would happen. Is being a seer something you can do too?” Sage asked.

Steve said making the motions of knighting an invisible kneeling man with a sword. “You don’t understand,” Cara said. She was sitting on the edge of the recliner making wild hand gestures as she spoke. She was manic and Steve could tell. “Now I get it,” Steve said. “Get what?” Cara asked. “That tattoo on your back. The one over your butt crack.” “What do you mean?” “It’s a picture of Jack the ripper, with fangs. Now I get the connection.” “The tattoo shop didn’t have a vampire dressed like Jack the ripper so I had them put fangs on what they had.”

I stand back and admire the perfection of my mate’s body as the water washes over her back, bottom and thighs. “You know,” she says, giving me a coy look over her shoulder, “I’ve been thinking I’d like to get a tattoo.” “A tattoo?” I ask frowning. “What kind of tattoo?” “A vampire tattoo, right here,” she says, running her hand over her butt cheek, watching me. “What would this tattoo look like?” I ask her, feeling and smelling her desire for me in the heated shower. “Your teeth marks,” she says and now I understand. My mate loves feeling my fangs in her body nearly as much as she likes my cock deep inside her.