Traditional Plague Doctor Tattoo Novels & Stories

I blink, focusing on my brother's sharp voice, dragging me back from the dream-scape to the cold reality of his clinic. This is exactly why I’m here. I need answers. I need to purge these thoughts on loop in my head before they destroy me. "So, what’s wrong with me?" "There’s nothing wrong with you, Asher," he says, leaning back in his creaking chair, casually lighting a cigarette. "And I'm supposed to believe that? You claim to be a doctor, but you're chain-smoking in your own examination room." "I also have my left arm completely covered in tattoos, in case you missed the memo about the medical profession being 'progressive'," he deadpans. I roll my eyes at his deflection.

His heartbeat was still so low, and we were waiting to see if the drugs would help draw out the poison from the silver arrows and the nightshade they had been coated in. The doctor had come in and left a few short minutes ago. Travis’ wolf was trying to fight the infection and heal him, but the doctor told us to prepare for the worst. He also had a few gashes from the crawlers scattered in various places across his body. He was not in good shape at all.

he explained as he lifted up a bandage covering her abdomen soaked in something looking like black tar corrosive her skin like an aggressive flesh-eating bacteria. My wolf backed away whimpering at the sight. “Is not possible!?” the old doctor replied as he looked over her wounds. Then the younger doctor looked to me; “Who are you, young wolf!?” he yelled, and I returned he disguised accusation of me with a growl as I tried to bite him. The doctor looked to the Supreme and then to me;” Get the big guy from the hall now!” He commanded. The young doctor looked confused but before he could get up Tomas had kicked the door down; “You called” he replied.

What they saw was not what they were expecting, their kids were not there and neither was Marla but Allison laid there in a pool of her own blood, unconscious but alive as the medical team also arrived to take her. But it wasn’t her limp body that caught Nancy’s attention or the pool of blood she was in. She could be dead for all Nancy cared. It was the tattoo on the back of her neck. It was clear this time. It was a tattoo of the caduceus. A snake wrapped around a pole. A symbol used by most in the medical profession.

Summer was present. It was a very strong and humid sun, the pirates could barely stand the heat, they were all on their backs. Igor was looking at his map. His body was hot, his hair was wet from sweat. Kataleya approached. “ Why the Triquetra tattoo? Igor: “ It means eternity! Kataleya: “ Eternity of what? Igor stared: “ I don't know, tell me! Igor extended his hand, so that Kataleya could read her destiny. Kataleya touched his hand and shook her head.

"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.

“Saturday?” The doctor made a hmm noise, apparently not impressed with this man helping me. No surprise. Doctors were no fun. “How many fingers amI holding up?” Ronan translated. I stared at his other hand resting on his knee, at the tattoos on his fingers in between the first and second knuckles. One was a cross, another a raven. The third, a king of hearts playing card. Ink and déjà vu. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I couldn’t stop myself from touching him, from drawing an index finger down the tattooed raven. The whispered words were pushed from my depths by an irresistible force.

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 tip of his hat in response, and I turned to the building. “Hello,” I said to the nurse behind the counter with a smile, and he looked up at me with a smile. “Hello, and welcome, how may we help you today?” “Uhm, I am here to check on the victims of the plague.” The nurse raised his brow and slightly cocked his head to the side with his smile -his signature smile I was certain - still resting on his face. I chuckled,“ doctor Rory Aldrich” I handed him my ID, and he returned it with widened eyes.

He said something to the nun, causing her to freeze and step back before collapsing onto the cold floor. He didn't try to help her, he just looked at her with complete boredom. Then, he turned his body just enough that the sleeve of his white coat shifted, revealing the inside of his wrist. I froze. My breath caught in my throat as the camera captured a brief image: a strange tattoo on the doctor’s wrist. A tattoo I would recognize anywhere. “Pause it,” I commanded, my voice sudden low and sharp. Luke immediately obeyed, freezing the footage on the frame where the tattoo was most visible. My blood ran cold as I stared at it—a jagged symbol, almost like a name carved into his skin.