Traditional Spider Web Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Gerald grunted before stepping out of the tent. I pulled myself off the recliner and glanced around the tent. Situated in the corner was an old antique mirror, the kind that could turn and flip. I supposed some things didn’t change. I approached the mirror with my hands firmly clasped over my chest and turned. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the image on my back. I had thought the tattoo would be small, or at least small enough to be unassuming. I had expected a tattoo that sat just below my shoulder, but this had exceeded all of my expectations. Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix.

He had raven black hair that I first thought were dreads at first glance but then I realized they were actually neatly made thick braids that breached down to his ribs, and covered his round face. He also had almond shaped eyes like the Asian looking small brute behind me, the only difference was this guy had silver–red eyes. Ripped leather black pants with only a silky robe–like jacket he had on. Why wasn't he wearing any shirt? His entire brown chest was consumed with red ink of a flame illustration up to his collarbone, from there was a simple swirl of red and black spider tattoo on the side of his neck then a red ink of three small spheres in triangular formation on his forehead.

Its body was coiled around the dove, not constricting, but rather embracing it. The stake that pierced the dove's heart was adorned with a delicate filigree, resembling the threads of a DNA helix. As you gazed closer, the tattoo revealed more nuances. The dove's wings seemed to morph into tendrils, while the cobra's scales appeared to shift into molecular structures.

After the webs landed on the ground, the two six-winged angels turned into white light before fading out of sight. Following this, even more spider webs came attacking Wilbur and Tracy. "Quad Thunder!" Wilbur put his palms together as he retreated, summoning four balls of lightning. They hovered in mid-air, sparking with chains of lightning as they attacked the black spiders below. Crackling sounds could be heard as the chains of lightning struck the spiders' bodies. Yet they were not harmed in the slightest— in fact, they seemed to rather enjoy the lashes. The spiders spat out more webs, sucking the balls of thunder to themselves before swallowing them whole.

Is he naturally built like this? Sasha steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it's a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It's lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. "Ulyana told me about the tattoos in the Bratva," I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. "What do these all mean?"

"Baby, what are you talking about? I don't understand. What are you going to do?" Maria smiled and rolled up her shirt sleeve, revealing a tattoo of a moon with a lightning bolt crossing it on the inside of her arm, just below the elbow. The tattoo had almost faded in color and shape, but it was still visible. Theodore's eyebrows raised. "Yes? What's wrong with your tattoo? Does it itch?" Maria smiled softly and said carefully, "Honey, if I told you I was a werewolf, would you believe me?"

I felt a huge surge of power once it was around my neck, we moved on to Aspyn. When we got done with all four of us and we all had our amulets on the room started to glow from each of us a bolt of energy rose to the ceiling, and they are were intertwined with one another weaving all four of the colors of our amulets together bind them as one. I looked at the parchment paper that I had used for my spell earlier it was doing something marvelous, it bound with the magic bolt it created a mark a tattoo, its had each of our names and bloodline origins one the paper, what kind of familiar we had their names our wolves names and mine had my dragon name as well, I felt something sting on my back and

I’m unable to scream again, so I pray the Snakes have heard me. ‘Scream like that again, and I’ll snap your neck!’ He hisses. His eyes are dark and have a murderous look in them. He has a tattoo near his eye of a spider. He must be a Spider Back. I tremble in fear, my cheek hurts, and my neck and throat hurt. ‘Zurielle!’ My name is called out. It’s the Snakes; they’re looking for me. They must have heard me scream and noticed the door of the Snake Pit still wide open.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

The guards on Marcus's payroll looked the other way. When Alex arrived at the designated trailer, he was surprised to see another man there. Spider was older, thin, with wiry arms covered in a intricate sleeve of dark ink. His eyes were sharp and observant, but he said little, merely nodding at Marcus before setting up his small, portable tattoo station on the sterile metal table. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and ink, a sharp, clean scent that did little to mask the underlying musk of sex and power that always clung to Marcus. "Strip and bend over my lap," Marcus commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.