Tyler Herro Tattoo Novels & Stories

They were a team and friends, no apologies needed. “I… I didn’t mean any offense either. I am just too pissed off seeing the state Jack is in” Tyrell joined in. “I am too but we don’t even know if this Pete fellow is involved” Ian nodded. “That reminds me” Shadow put down his tumbler “I noted a tattoo covering almost half of his lower back. Boss, its similar to the ones that David sketched earlier. It has a lot more details…but I can’t be sure as I didn’t pay much attention.”

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.”

At least, that is what I tell myself. Ryker doesn't answer me. Instead, he crouches low in front of me, his massive frame folding down like a predator that wants to toy with its prey. I catch the nasty manner with which his knuckles are bruised with scars, looking so rough like they have seen more than their fair share of fights. I also recognize the serpent tattoo coiling up his right forearm, with another tattoo that is a dead man’s skull circled by a crescent moon in blood-red ink right on his left bicep.

“Sure, but I’ll do you one better.” Jericho pulled up the sleeve of his scrubs to reveal his inner wrist. A series of different length black lines snaked up his arm. He pulled out his phone and ran it over the tattoo. Through his phone played a sound clip of a fast, beating heart. Leo was in awe. “That’s fucking amazing man, pardon my language. You have to tell me who your tattoo artist is.” Amber cleared her throat as she sat up on the table, “Leo, we can discuss this later. No need to jump into anything so soon. Thank you, Jericho.”

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

He could see the scars on her thighs and the ugly scar that marred her left knee. Lolita turned to the side, showing her profile. The first thing that caught his eye was the tattoo on her arm. He was immediately transported to the hospital, where there had been a bandage on her arm. Hayden had known she was seriously injured, but a tattoo? And one as gnarly as that? “What…” he cleared his throat and the emotion that clogged it. “What is that?” Lolita caressed it for a moment. “It was supposed to be the Paris tower, except now it looks like shit. Jarrod drew it. It was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced.”

Lori- right back shoulder! Xander- no I have a tattoo on my back, in middle almost lower back. Lori- yes a Phenix on fire!.. but I am talking about the wing like tattoo. It's like a hidden inscription or something but it's really beautiful. Xander- i only have one tattoo!... Lori would you mind if my brother come over?.. Lori- no, i want to go check Rossy anyway so you two can talk. Xander- we are mates, you need to be here too.

Jerald was in front of me and I looked at his trouser. “Seriously? You look like pervert,” Jerald said and I looked at him in the face, is he serious? “Come on,” He said. He gave me his hand and helped me to stand. We walked into another room, and believe it or not… it was Kalona, the famous tattooist. She is best known for a phoenix tattoo she done on a celebrity here. “Boss and bosslady! Sorry to keep you waiting, come on in.” She said, I smiled and looked at Jerald who just raised his eyebrows.

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it