Tear Tattoo Under Eye Novels & Stories

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

With this, humans wouldn't dare to look down on him. First, he decided to get tattoos on his arms. He tattooed the face of the tiger on his right arm. He also had written Theodore's name in small letters in between the tiger's tattoo. He made it hid well so no one would be able to see it unless he pointed it out himself.

David said next to me. I looked at him in surprise. "What's happening?" He shook his head. “Love… this probably won't work.” He climbed in, stepping up close behind me and pointing to my side. I looked down and found out that there is no lining under the lace and because of that my tattoo is visible. These were flowers that were mostly located on one half of the ass, but also reached a little on the thigh and up to the pelvic bone. David frowned at the sight. “That would drive parents crazy, Tate. Certainly not these."

Her reflection smiled at me. Focusing on the markings, it seemed to start just above the center of my eyes. It was a moon symbol with elaborate markings spaced evenly on either side. The markings moved from the moon, consisting of waves and swirls, moving down the sides of my face. Just behind the sides of my eyes and coming up under them slightly until they moved down towards my neck.

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

I stood silently crying in front of the single stall restroom, the door was locked and there were no windows. For the past hour I had been trying to convince myself that Adam really didn’t mean what he’d said in a bad way, I mean maybe I was being too loud and obnoxious. He most likely meant to save me from further humiliation on my birthday. With a sad smile I gazed on at my hunched over reflection, my teary eyes barely able to make out the black streaks running down my face but not blurry enough to cover up how red my cheeks were.

“Two long tears. Both eyes.” The tattooist looked up from his tools, his expression grim. “You realize what you’re asking for? This isn’t just any tattoo. It marks you as part of a violent group. Step into River, and you’ll be arrested on sight. Worse, your soul will be bound to hers. If she dies, especially by your hand, your soul shatters into fragments. You’ll be left a husk—a mindless, broken shell. Are you sure about this?” In the corner, Argent leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her silver braids reflecting the dim light as she formed a heart with her hands.

The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the needles with grace, revealing the constellation with each brushstroke. The man, looking up occasionally to evaluate his work, captured the young woman's expression. Her eyes twinkled with a mixture of emotion and awe, while her lips curved into a shy smile. As the constellation was revealed on her skin, Athena sank into a state of calm, as if the cosmos had aligned to give her this moment. The tattoo artist, upon completing his work, looked with satisfaction at the constellation that now was part of the young woman's skin. A piece of the universe, immortalized in a delicate corner behind her ear.