Thanatos Tattoo Novels & Stories

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

The idea of being in Kade Nightshade’s debt pissed me off. “Thankfully,” Nico continued, “he Shifted back before he finally died. The other dead died as wolves, so we couldn’t get anything from them.” “What did you get from him?” I asked. He crouched down and turned the body slightly. He pointed at his chest. “Do you see that?” I frowned and crouched, too. I stared at the chest, not seeing much due to the blood that coated him. Eventually, I made out a shape tattooed on his body in silver ink. It was a crescent moon dripping with blood. “What’s that?”

It will all be crossed out with a red X. The tattoo won't fade until her mate mates and marks her. She will never find another mate and she won't feel much love until her mate mates and marks her. Her wolf will never rest and she will be very tired. She will die if her mate doesn't mark or mate her within 1 month of her tattoo. The last line scared me the most.

Alpha Anton P.O.V Today, I haven't much to do. I've worked so hard daily; I have done every work I needed to do. The pack was fine. All I had to do now was to listen out for any danger alert, which barely happened. Outsiders are so terrified by me no one wants to get on my bad side. Sometimes I'm so bored I want to take a break from my land for a while and chase any criminal I see just for fun. My wolf needed to attack and chase something. Sometimes my wolf felt like it wanted to claw its ways outside of me and run wild. Last night I barely had any sleep after Thruce had completed my tattoo. It is a bad-ass tattoo covering my entire chest and both hands. A word us to describe it how it looke

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

"Affirmative." A man in dark blue wash jeans, a brown leather jacket, a white t-shirts and black boots, walked up to the car and yanked the door open to see a woman hanging upsidedown, unconscious. His brown hair was cut short, showing of the red rose tattoos on the side of his neck. Though what really caught the eyes of everyone else that day was the death symbol tattooed on the back of his head. A skull and two bones forming a cross with fire burning through them.

I wonder what that means. Thanatos takes off his shirt and pants and sits on the bed. He pulls off my underwear and takes the lotion from me. He pours it in his hands then rubs his hands together to warm it up. Then he touches all the areas I feel the most sore and rubs it on. He keeps repeating the process until it feels better. He even rubs it on my insides. It makes me feel warm and tingly. He takes off his underwear, and his cock pops up, like it’s saying "Hello there.” He rubs the lotion all over his cock and then crawls on top of me.

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

His obsidian eyes were gone—replaced by a terrifying glow of violet and gold. And beneath his unbuttoned collar, the black serpent tattoo coiling around his neck was blazing a furious, bleeding crimson. ‘Kill him,’ Acheron was roaring in Theron's head, the beast transforming into a bloodthirsty monster at the sight of another male holding her. ‘HE TOUCHED HER. HE TOOK HER BREATH. SNAP HIS NECK.’ Theron’s fingers gripped the stone balustrade. With a sickening crack, the solid granite fractured beneath his hands.

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.”