Traditional Plague Doctor Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Rico slowly stood up, and walked towards him. “Just follow what I’ve said. Always remember, prevention is better than cure.” The doctor said. Trestan stayed still while staring at Rico who was glaring at him. “Doctor…” “What? Something wrong?” There were some purple spots appearing in his body. He was sure that it’s not there earlier.

AVERY’S POV: "Oman was the first of us—a healer who survived the burning plague when entire villages perished. They say he walked through flame and came out whole. His gift passed down through the bloodline, marked by the tattoo only seers can see. We have guarded it for generations."

He gave me a nod and lifted his hands to adjust his hat and it was then I noticed the tattoo on his wrist. A crescent blood moon. I tired not to overthink as I made my way through the hospital wards untill I came across a man dressed in all black sitting in the waiting area. He had his sleeve rolled up to his elbow ,the tattoo clearly visible on his wrist. Why the fuck are Raves in the hospital? I haven't seen Javan and didn't bother looking for him but news got out that Vale had extended the company to other parts of Europe. As long as they aren't back in the organ trade then it's cool.

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.

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

And I was surprised to learn that he also had a tattoo, because no photo showed it. It was the head of a lion at the top of his forearm, whose design was of black and bluish tones, so that it stood out perfectly on his Caucasian skin. Flynn said he still had plans to get more tattoos, but, like me, he had a formed and irreducible opinion about needles: A pain that could be avoided if it was not caused by a vaccine.

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

It would let him slow down and get to know his kid. I sighed, rolling my eyes as Sage refocused on the pictures they’d found—specifically the photo from the 1990s where my tattoo was partially visible. The tattoo was real, all right. I got it before I even became a vampire. I just generally kept it covered because of the stigma many associated with tattoos in those days. In the 1990s, I let it show since being a musician with tattoos was far more accepted. “Fine.” I conceded.

"Tristan, this tattoo may have been inked only recently. If he was really a guard who had been trained since young, it is impossible for the tattoo to be this fresh. You know the rules. They don't recruit people this age." "Hearing this, Tristan quickly walked over. As expected, the tattoo had become infected as it had been soaked in water." Such a situation would only happen when the tattoo was only recently completed. Which meant that someone was trying to push the blame onto Prestin. Did they want to see Prestin and the Acker family slaughter each other so that they could benefit from it? Who would think up a plan like this?