روايات وقصص ضمن Traditional Plague Doctor Tattoo Flash

"Just let him be... I'm still alive..." Trent clenched his fist. "He must pay for this Sophie! I won't let him get away with this." A doctor in a blue uniform suddenly enters. He's in a blue cap and he has his nose and mouth covered up so only his eyes can be seen. His eyes look so familiar... And, what's with the numerous tattoos? A doc with tattoos? Wow! This digital world we live in... "Please leave the room. I need to treat the patient..." Trent does not hesitate. He pecks Sophie and tells her he will come back to check on her. He leaves the room furiously looking like he can just pounce on anyone now.

He doesn’t respond but swiftly makes a beeline to his office, and I follow him like a lost pup, with no clue what the tattoo means or why it’s such a big deal. When I get to the study, he’s already in front of his computer, typing away with determination. “Shit, this can’t be,” he mutters in disbelief. “What? What can’t be? What’s wrong, Jack? Is the tattoo an issue?” I rush to stand behind him. “This tattoo... it’s popular in Blue Water Pack.” “What? Do you mean Blue Waters Pack?” “The rose on the snake it’s from Blue Waters. The majority of people with this specific tattoo are their spies.”

«Layla» “So would you like a tattoo?” He gave me a cheeky grin pulling me inside the shop. I glanced at the flaming furnace near a Ln iron stretcher and the asernal of sterilised needles hanging over it. The cavalry of ointments and oils on the shelf and the emergency room pasted across a door behind revealed a bit of what the aftermath would look like. “Um no thanks,” I said immediately. “Pity,” He sighed. “You didn't change one bit from the goody goody teachers pet in college.”

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

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.”

“Or she must have something they want.” “But what?” I asked and no one had the answer. We sat in silence for a few seconds. Then Marcus spoke. “You remember the rogues that shot at us when we were heading to the Western Region?” I nodded. “Of course.” Marcus rolled up his sleeve. “Look,” he said. A dark triangle tattoo was inked near his wrist. It was simple. Three lines. My eyes widened. “Where did you get that?” “It’s not mine,” Marcus said quickly. “I copied it. One of the men we caught had it. The other one had the same tattoo in the exact same spot.”

I tried to hide my own worry. A while later, I was packing clothes in my room. My phone buzzed on the table beside me. I picked it up, and seeing doc’s number, I answered. “Hey Doc,” I tried to sound like me. “Alpha, you need to get over here right away. This one has the mark too. I was able to scan it and upload it. It turns out, that all the recent attacks in all the territories have been carried out by the creatures with the same tattoo. Also, the victims have all been branded with it.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Then his brows raised when his eyes caught the black tattoo of a scrolled dagger on Jared's shoulder. "An Army Ranger," the doctor said with a sigh, shaking his head. "No wonder." Jared narrowed his eyes. “Former.” The doctor nodded, as if that explained everything. “That makes sense. You boys are the worst patients in the world.” Jared frowned down at him. The doctor calmly stepped forward. “Sir, you’ve lost blood, and you are currently running on what appears to be pure stubbornness and spite. You need treatment.” “I said I’m fi—”

There are pictures of one of her sex dungeons in her home in Paris, New York, London, and in her very own home, Japan. As I look through each picture, feeling my stomach fuzzy from all these disgusting and disturbing photos, that's when my heart drops, and my eyes grow wide in shock. My hands shake as I enlarge the image with my fingertips. I stare at the tribal tattoo that the Wolfe brothers have. It symbolizes their brotherhood and love for one another as a family who will always protect each other. It's the same tattoo I saw on Seth's right arm. "Terry? Are you feeling okay?"