Traditional Plague Doctor Tattoo Novels & Stories

The paved tile floors cool his feet after he kicks his shoes off to free himself of its restraints. River releases his messy bun and whisks his curls out of his eyes. He takes a few awkward and pained steps towards the dark green, floral couch, sitting in the middle of the room, across from an out-of-place smart tv. The small, but frail, rectangular table sitting between the couch and the television set becomes River's only moment of peace when he crosses his feet atop it. Slowed by his own weariness, River rubs his pale knees with delicate, defined arms. A futile attempt to soothe the soreness from his twelve-hour shift. He slings off his shirt, revealing the entirety of his milky, flawless

He would never make the mistake again. "What is the thing we are going to grab?" Grad rubbed the scar on his face like he had been doing since he came out. "It is called the plague" Baldwin scoffed. "You don't really need to know much about it" he couldn't trust Grad either. He might want to exploit him if he knew what it was.

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

Megan, the healer in charge of Tessa, told me she was being discharged. By the time I reached the healing room, she was already gone. Back at my apartment, I found her waiting on the couch, bubbling with excitement. I hadn’t expected that. “Are you… alright?” I asked. “Yes! I’m perfectly fine; I don’t feel a thing. But see…” She pulled down her shirt to reveal a tattoo. The tattoo was common after marking—once the scar faded, a symbol appeared where the mark had been. Usually, it was some intricate designs, patterns, or a moon symbol, but Tessa’s was different. It was a rose, its stem wrapped in thorns.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

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.

“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."