Tyler Herro Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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.

I already knew what I wanted to do, so I took off my shirt. “What will it be, boss?” Ash asked after she had everything set up and was ready to go. Slipping on the black latex gloves over her dainty fingers. She styled her dark red hair atop her head, keeping it out of the way. I have wanted to get this tattoo for a long time, but there just hasn’t been time. So I point to the spot next to Tess’s name. “I want a teddy bear with button eyes, with a crown or tiara on its head.”

"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

Standing behind the mahogany counter was Tyler Wills. In high school, he had been the boy the teachers warned us about, and the one every girl fantasized about in the dark. He had been lean and wiry then. But now he looked different. He looked built like a heavyweight boxer, his forearms a roadmap of dark tattoos and well-stacked muscles. He was wearing a black t-shirt that gripped his chest in a sinfully way. And his eyes, a piercing, predatory blue, were fixed on me with a smirk that said he knew exactly why I was here.

The tattoo artist asked Julie Williams what design she wanted. Julie turned to me with a faint smile on her face. “What did Annie choose? Maybe I’ll borrow some inspiration from her.” I remained silent. Zach Cross answered for me. “Give her the rose.” The tattoo artist froze for a moment. The tattoo pen in his hand hovered over the stencil. “Mr. Zach, that design was custom-made for Miss Annie. By tradition, the Godmother’s tattoo can only be placed on—”

Earnest’s arm was slung comfortably around my shoulders, pulling me close against his side, his presence a warm, solid anchor. “Look,” he whispered, his voice a low murmur that vibrated against my ear. He pointed a finger towards the sky, where a particularly bright cluster of stars had begun to emerge. “That’s the constellation Orion. My grandfather used to tell me stories about it. He said it was a hunter, always chasing something.” I leaned my head against his shoulder, gazing up at the celestial display. “And what do you think he’s chasing?” I asked, a soft smile playing on my lips.

Tyler coaxed me as he handed me a flask. Tyler was the school’s bad boy. He rode a motorcycle, dressed in a leather jacket, biker boots, and had tattoos. Someone started a rumor that he had both his nipples pierced, but I couldn’t vouch for that because I had never seen him without a shirt on. It didn’t stop me from looking at his chest now that I was standing so close to him.