Thanatos Tattoo Novels & Stories

He couldn’t say anything. Andi wasn’t sure how she felt about him staring at her like that. His eyes were intensely focused on her body. She started to turn away to keep him from judging her when he seen the partial tattoo on her back. Jace spoke up then. “What’s that?” She looked over her shoulders, to meet his gaze again “What?” “That on your back?” “It’s a pair of scissors and thread.” “Why scissors?” The real reason was that all three girls had gotten tattoos of their perspective symbols but she dint want to explain that to him. “Its for when the thread of life is cut. I told you were Greek.”

And that pisses me off, because I’m supposed to be the one they fear. “Iason, you know the drill,” I said, gesturing to the mangled remains of the last two men we’d found beneath the hideout. I’d really taken my time with those two, pouring my rage and frustration into their broken bodies long after they were dead. I saw the fear in my men’s eyes as they saw me carve through them mercilessly with Tuto. Good, I thought. It’ll do them well to remember why they call me Thanatos. When I finished wiping my knife clean, I turned my focus to my face, trying to scrub away the gory mask painted on it—a courtesy of my enemies’ blood. Morbid thoughts ran through my mind, and the fact I hadn’t seen my l

It was the kind of sound that makes your body move before your brain catches up. He was on the ground by the dumpster. Black suit. White shirt. Both ruined. The shirt was open, soaked through. Too dark to be water. Too much to be anything but blood. He was still alive. His chest moved. Barely. Then I saw the tattoo. _Memento mori_ across his ribs in black script. Remember you die. Under it, fresh blood. The wound was right under the letters. Like someone had punctuation to make.

And Benjamin saw how Noah's eyes turned dark. ********* Tabby

can she see him? He frowns. ‘There’s no way of knowing if they’re mated with the tattoo still in effect... but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.’ ‘Thank you.’ He nods. ‘It probably wouldn’t do any harm to have it deactivated anyway. And now the mission is over, and it’s nearly your birthday, we should deactivate yours as well.’ Zanthe gives a wriggle of pleasure at those words. ‘I can’t wait to be rid of it... I hate this blanketing feeling.’

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

I don’t want Jayvee dead. “Did you see this bracelet?” She asked me and showed me the bracelet that I am wearing “It is a death tag honey. your name and the date of your death were written on it… we’re in the morgue” I looked at the death tag that my mom is telling me and my name is written on it. I shook my head because I couldn't believe what was happening. I believe my mom but this time I can’t believe what she is telling me. That is why I looked at her straight from her eyes and she hugged and kissed me again while saying.

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.