Traditional Raven Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

After the argument in the car, Raven was surprised to receive a text message with an address and time for the gig. He debated whether to go as he changed shirts three times in front of his bathroom mirror, finally settling on a plain black t-shirt and jeans. He shrugged on his leather biker’s jacket and ran a comb through his hair. “Shit,” he told himself in the mirror as he fidgeted with his hair and ran his nails through the stubble on his cheeks contemplating the value of shaving. “You are like a nervous virgin dressing for her prom date.”

Their eyes widened as they stared at us. “Hello, warrior raven, our apologies for our entrance. We are truly sorry for not recognizing you sooner.” The men slightly bowed their heads to her in respect. Raven was taken aback, but she regained herself quickly. She unclenched her hands, but she remained in her pose. Her demeanor softened a bit. “What are you doing here in this kingdom? You’re not from this pack.” Raven replied in a serious tone. I also glanced at the men and realized they don’t have the tattoo for this pack. Suddenly, I noticed the imprinted mark on their forehead.

“You might even find one of your assailants there too. Half of these men on here are from werewolf pacts.” “Really? Any with tattoos?” Scott pointed to a figure in the middle. Raven moved closer to look, large, gray hair, beady little eyes. “That’s Leo Rambert, he has a wolf tattoo with a moon on his wrist. The image of that night flashed in Raven’s mind, hand resting on the ground next to her head, tattoo clear, as he pushed into her deeply, ‘you like that, don’t you baby?’ Raven snatched the photo down, “When do I need to be ready?”

She lay me on my back, spread my legs wide, and fucked me raw and deep until I was sobbing with overstimulation and pleasure. The “touch-up” session was never really about fixing lines. Raven gave me my final mark that night, a delicate black rose collar tattooed around the base of my throat. While she worked on it, she kept me on edge with a vibrator strapped between my legs. When it was finished, she pulled me into her lap, still naked and trembling, and kissed me possessively. “You belong to me now,” she whispered against my lips. “Every time you look in the mirror, you’ll remember who owns this body.”

She nodded vigorously, “Lots of ravens, they are there in their numbers I see them and I wake up” Edgar was still in shock, “That is very weird. Ravens signify a higher realm of magic…” She sat upright. “In the old stories, the ravens have been known as the first creatures of magic. The goddess of old had taken a liking to them and had made them powerful”, he continued, “They even have the power to destroy every other magical races…” She furrowed her brows, “That is deep, so you are saying…” “If you are sure you saw ravens then you might possess the power of these ancient magical creatures”, he cut in, “However the stories of old that have been told of people who saw one raven in their dream

Also, we are not in my house so I wouldn’t be able to make a late breakfast for us. I climbed back to bed in Raven’s shirt as I pulled the duvet to tuck myself back. I think I noticed the mark on his chest making me look back. I moved closer to check on what kind of tattoo it was. A flower? A faded flower? I turned on the bedside lamp since it was still dim in the room, but the tattoo on his chest was noticeable from the dim lamps on the side of the room. I wonder why I never had seen this? The tattoo looked old. I froze when Raven opened his eyes as we stared at each other. I gasped when he pulled me quickly and pinned me down. My face was probably red by now and this man is hungry for sex.

In the center, markings shaped like snakes twisted together, painted in something dark. Blood. My stomach dropped. “Tessa?” A laugh answered me. Soft. Unsteady. When she stepped out from behind the trees, I froze. Raven looked nothing like herself. Her hair was wild, matted from rain. Her mascara streaked down her cheeks, her eyes too bright — that manic shine that came when someone was already halfway gone. “Raven…” I breathed. She smiled, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. “You came.” The realization hit me like cold water.

Naked forms writhing on the floor stopped their pleasure and peered at us. They glared at us with baleful drug-filled eyes, wanting to know why we were interrupting their orgies. Frank slowly brought his hand out and carefully in his grasp was a small round dark eyeglasses. He raised it to his face and put it on his nose. It fit him perfectly. The armed men laughed at the gesture, falsely believing that all was well in their world. I smiled to seal in the effect. These men just had their last laugh. Ravens often symbolized rebirth and starting anew. However, it symbolized death and misfortune to whoever laid eyes on one.

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.”

Compared to Isabella, her strength was larger in the daytime. On the verge of losing one thing precious, Raven gave abreast of his dignity. Since he couldn't contend in strength, then the sole possibility left is to require help. Raven opened his mouth, and Trisha who perceived his intention quickly took action. nonetheless, she failed to cover Raven’s mouth, instead of that she glared at Raven. Momentary, out came a flash from her try of exciting eyes. This extremely isn't something superstitious, rather than it's real, a flash of physical light, manifested out from her eyes.