Thirteen Ghosts Tattoo Novels & Stories

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

“This is completely new territory for me.” My eyes betray me. They drag over his bare chest, his abs, the way his pants sit low on his hips. And I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of his tattoos — ink and meaning and temptation. A yin-yang with hearts instead of dots and the number thirteen at its center, about the size of a big coin, is on his left side underneath his arm. Curling above it is the Peter Pan lettering — Sniff pixie dust and soar — in a cursive font. And on his bicep — the Reaper logo stamped on like a warning label.

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.”

He opened and turned pages and finally stopped at a specific page. "Is this what it looked like?" He asked, pointing at a ghostly image on the book page. "Yes. They can't be eliminated, two guards are already dead and their faces were blue.. icy blue. Samuel is attempting to hold them off but I doubt he can," "They are cathas, spirits of the forgotten. They were offended. Someone must have done something to wake them, cathas don't appear unless their resting place was disturbed by someone, and the person is usually from the place they appeared. '' Said Robert.

Fox teeth glinting from her grin. My throat went dry. “The paint was cracked in places. Faded with time. But the Fox‘s eyes—God—those eyes were still sharp enough to slit skin.” Same eyes as Katarina’s tattoo. The same fox etched on her shoulder, the one burned into the wall in my velmorra, the same damn creature that kept showing up like a shadow with teeth. And this—this fucking relic—wasn’t just something Ghost pulled out of a vault for fun.

He has inked me onto his skin. I glance up briefly at Lachlan knowing he is probably the one who tattooed that on his friend. Lachlan seems nervous. My missing Chaos boy’s dark eyes widen noticing us. “You’re a ghost. I’m seeing things,” he says in a dismissive tone. He doesn’t want to believe I’m here and that I’m back for them. He licks his bottom lip and then stands walking over to Lachlan and me. “Lock. Tell me I’m not seeing a phantom of her.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

It erupted with an archaic light that followed the will of Caspian and suppressed the great army of undead with a rumbling sound! Bang! The ten thousand feet long bone spear was directly suppressed. It was simple and crude and the army of undead instantly turned into countless ghost hearts that fell to the ground. Not only did they not hurt Caspian, but they also sent a lot of ghost hearts and magic treasures to Caspian. Caspian turned his eyes and stared at the Thousand-tribulation Ghost Sage. "Catch the thief first!" The Ghost-burying Tomb was a world of the dead. For existences like the Thousand-tribulation Ghost Sage, as long as they were willing, they could always summon ghosts and evil

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

“I haven’t noticed them before now.” My fingers teased at his nipples. His breathing ragged, his chest pounding against his throat. In my attempt to fully observe the peculiarity of the puzzle-like tattoo that adorned his back, my fingers began trailing across each pattern, my eyes narrowed with focus. At the middle of his back where the tattoos seemed to meet stood the letter ‘G’—I murmured the letter. Ghost pulled me to the front of him, his blink slow, his face contorted in displeasure as though my exploration had triggered him. "Boundaries, princess." He had said.