Tattoos Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

She feels even more fortunate that she can still feel this warmth now, the injured places when she moves will sting, but it also scabs, and the skin will heal quickly, but on her body, there will be no scars when the wound heals due to the inherent healing ability of Vampires. For a girl the scars that make them disgusted and want to erase, it is like a stain stuck forever on their skin. Phoebe has white and smooth skin which is also a trait to identify a Vampire, she touches her wounds, she hopes that these wounds will scar as much as possible for that reason. If these wounds don't scar, soon everyone in the organization will suspect that there's something wrong with Phoebe.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

He continued to rummage through his clothes until he took out a black T-shirt and black pants. "That's what you're going to wear." He said then looked at me. "When you go out, that's what I should see you wearing because otherwise I might get you pregnant." He said and approached me. My eyes widened as he leaned me against the wall "You're too hot when you're wearing that. I'm attracted." My heart immediately pounded at what he said. he left then smiled before disappearing in front of me. I was holding my chest because of what Fin said. You swallowed me again to register in my brain. Shit, that vampire is crazy.

The next morning, Chloe woke with determination burning in her chest. She wasn’t going to waste another second. If her human days were numbered, she’d mark them into permanence. “Get up,” she said, tugging at Valerius’s sleeve where he sat in the living room, reading with infuriating calm. His eyes slid up lazily. “And why would I?” “Because we’re getting tattoos,” she declared. “Matching ones.” A slow blink. “Tattoos?”

Kareena says as she and Azura enter the room, holding drinks. “I’m a big boy now, Uncle Dan. I’m not a kid anymore.” Corrado states. It’s the holidays and the reason that he’s allowed to be out there for a short while longer. “Twenty minutes Cherub, then you've got to go to bed too, ok?” Azura says, placing the drinks on the table. She looks fucking fine… She got a tattoo a couple days ago, the biggest one she has so far. It’s about three inches by three inches long on her left thigh. It’s a little family of voodoo dolls. There are two little voodoo dolls with the names Leo and Azura above them. They’re holding the hands of two mini voodoo dolls. One is a little larger and one is a tiny baby

The taste of his blood was making me salivate for more, so I kept sinking my fangs deeper. His hands went up to my arms, and he was gripping me tightly. "Lucy…" My eyes snapped open. His voice was alarming, and I realized I was already hurting him. But before I could react and think straight, my gaze fell on the skin of his back. My eyes widened at the sight of a faint tattoo appearing on his skin, similar to mine, and I immediately withdrew my fangs from his neck as I stumbled backward away from his lap. Adan’s eyes were shut tightly, and I could see veins popping out from his neck and arms.

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

The hurt in his blue orbs,the shallow breaths he took and the sad smile which finally thugged at his lower lip. She finally realized the worth of her words on the night of her escape. Yes she has brought the vampires to their knees and made her people happy but her happiness went along,it vanished into thin air and this made her shiver. .. .. “Arise,arise” the witch chanted over Damien’s injured body,he looked like someone who had been ravaged by beasts but nevertheless,the witch singsong over his body, passing hot coals and portions over his head before he slowly came back to live.

Gripping the reins time and again, he drove the cart with a crestfallen face that bloomed disappointment and not to forget a bit of frustration too. The tattoo vanishing all of a sudden wasn't a good sign. The right backhand of every Lycan whether it was Lycan Rogue or a sane Lycan always had this tattoo on it. Usually, it would look just like an ordinary tattoo but when the Lycan Power is exercised to protect oneself or others, or to attack someone, in such cases, the Lycan Powers inside the Lycan's body gets activated and that is when the tattoo would glow instantly. The tattoo also helps to kindle the energy that Lycans would need in such scenarios. In case the Lycans get injured, it's th

He lifted his shirt slightly, showing unmarked skin. Hannah leaned forward, her gaze sharp. “I saw it. In the fire. A tattoo—intricate. Like a family crest.” His blood went cold. She saw it. When I was burning. When the vampire was close to the surface. “I don’t have any tattoos,” he said, keeping his voice even. “You were in shock. The smoke—” “Maybe.” She sat back, but her eyes stayed on his face. “Yes. Maybe. Forget I mentioned it.”