Thirteen Ghosts Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

They practiced, took a break, and practiced some more. Aside from Cassiel's hot and steamy routine, she found something interesting. It was Zacharias' tattoo. It was a bit blurry in some of the videos. But in one of the clips, where Zacharias takes a look at the gifts, his left ring finger has a tattoo. It was like a permanent wedding band. It was a simple line around his finger that may seem subtle and lowkey. But if it’s on the left ring finger then it would send in a pretty obvious message.

“Uncle Kenji told me what the number thirteen represented back then.” Yuri gave a soft sigh before turning her gaze back towards the sea waves. Ren watched Yuri intently. “The number thirteen represented bad luck. But it can also represent vengeance. Because there were thirteen people present at The Last Supper, and not long after that, Jesus was betrayed and left to die on the cross. That’s why…” Yuri chewed on her bottom lip. “The number thirteen is my number.” She glanced at Ren who had a thoughtful expression on his face. “Phantom XIII Hekate.” “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that for some time now,” said Ren with a slight frown. “Why ‘Hekate’? Why did you choose that as your c

A noose made of braided silk, soaked in the tears she was no longer capable of shedding. They say the souls of the thirteen still roam the halls, though it’s her lover’s cries that haunt the deepest corners. Sometimes, if you walk the corridors alone, you might hear the faint plucking of strings, a song that begins sweet but always ends in a scream. “Thornhall doesn’t let its ghosts rest. It feeds on them, the way it feeds on the roses. And if you stay too long, it’ll feed on you, too,” says Mala, the fifteen year old handmaid, her voice pitched low, her eyes wide with mock terror before she bursts into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

"No! Sara, don't listen to her! The Thirteenth Seat is a vacuum! It’ll consume everything you are!" "It’s the only way to balance the ledger, Xander," I said, stepping toward him. I reached out and touched the glowing mark on his chest—the circle with thirteen points. "You grounded the Fourteenth for me. Now, let me ground the Thirteen for you." The exchange was a visceral, soul-shredding agony. As I touched the mark, the violet light surged from Xander’s body into mine. It felt like liquid glass being poured into my veins. Every "Assignment," every "Debt," and every "Grief" in the city of Aurelia flooded into my mind at once. I saw the dog dying in Sector Nine; I saw Mia’s fear; I saw my fa

Will she be able to survive all the ordeals if they knew Luca asked her out? Marvina chuckled, "Well, it's just a mere dream. Don't read too much into it. If you're scared of that female ghost, then I suggest for you call for someone to help you chase the ghost out of your house.” She answered casually. Marvina looked at her worried face. She added, "Well, it's just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about. If you don't believe in superstition then don't believe in it. Live your life normally. Unless you believe in superstitious things then I guess you will get used to it in no time."

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand ‘Wait what?’ Angela was not ready for a serious relationship; he was her first love and they had just met. “Come on its just s**, haven’t you done yet? Dude we are 20 who are you waiting for?” Maria was the cheekiest one. Suddenly tears rolled down, she Seemed hurt, she broke down in rage. Her sister went home covered in blood, she was crying in pain and shame.

And yet. "S-Stop this..." she panted. Zalakai's eyes narrowed as he looked her over again. Scars covered her body, but not as dark as the ones on her back. She had said nothing else about admitting her "Father" was the one to cause her harm. He couldn't recall anything about her parents. He knew she was an orphan at a young age, but nothing else from that. Tattoos covered her arms, her chest, her sternum and her neck. Tribal. Old traditional tattoos decorated her throat. Tribal lined her collarbone and sternum. Both of her arms were full of water colored art with what appeared to have proverbs quoted in spots. Her ribs were also inked. Her right side was with a Phoenix and the left side with