Tattoos Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Does he think he's Don Draper from Mad Men? He was almost gentlemanly-almost. But the tattoo that popped out from under his cuff and ran the length of the back of his hand and the one peering out from his collar that went up his neck and stopped behind his ear was anything but gentlemanly. He loomed like a dark, mysterious creature. Fortunately, he still hadn't seen me. "Oh my God he's so fucking weird," the Vampire girl said, rubbing her neck. Did she want him to bite her? "Weird"

Every werewolf or Vampire was supposed to find their mate from the day they turned 18 and I had to endure a whole year waiting for my mate. It was then to my horror that I then saw a tattoo of a crown with a Vampire tooth inside start appearing on his right shoulder and luckily he did not appear to notice. It was the tattoo mark to represent he was now the destined Vampire prince as my mate. But how the heck was it appearing so fast only because we kissed and touched as that mark was supposed to appear only after we did the marking ceremony!

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

Diana sighed, turning back to look through the window, her thumb finding the black swirl on her wrist. Aiden eyed the swirl with intrigued eyes. "I have always wanted a tattoo but sadly, I can not get one." "Why not?" Diana asked, giving him a short stare. "A vampire's body heals all wounds, leaving no scar. A tattoo would quickly disappear," he explained. "Have you tried using wooden instruments instead? For a vampire, injuries caused by wooden bullets, stakes and other wooden weapons never heal," she suggested. "I thought of that but never got the time to do it. Now that you have mentioned it, too, I will definitely try it," he smiled, and moved to sit on the swing by the window. "Come, si

Dean says. "All my vampires are good, and I do not believe anyone can be corrupted. We will have to cover their tattoos because I do not think the original tattoo looks like theirs. I know that I have been evil before, but since I got the tattoo, my feelings and soul have returned, and I can not be evil even if I want to," Vladimir says. "What about your sister? She got the same tattoo as you, and she turned out to be evil. What if she has spies here? What if they know that we are going to send some spies? Wouldn't it put your vampires' lives in danger?" Tamara asks.

I let out a breath when she steps away, and I sit next to him, brushing his untamed hair out of his face and finally allowing myself a complete look at him. His chest wound is now fully healed, with not even a scar remaining, courtesy of his supernatural healing and the healing power of the medical staff, although he looks a bit pale, even for a vampire. His chest is bare, a myriad of tattoos decorating it. The words 'conquer your demons' are surrounded by intricate black and grey work, making me glare at his chest before I pull my eyes away and look at his face.

She loved my smile and I would smile at her a thousand times if that would make her happy. I had marked her the moment I felt her life slipping away. Sniffing her neck, I sank my elongated canines into her collarbone after finding her sweet spot, drawing blood. I licked the wound to seal it and a small tattoo of a Lycan and a wolf howling at the moon appeared on the marked spot.

“He had it on his chest.” “I thought you had this tattoo because you wanted it.” Mira sighed and walked to the glass door and stood there. “I don’t even remember how I had that tattoo. One day I woke up, the tattoo was already there. Except it wasn’t inked to the skin.” “It was burnt to your skin.” Mira nodded. “When I had it, my entire body was in pain as if I was burnt alive. That vampire had it too.” “Are you saying it could be a symbol of underworld organization?”