Undertaker Sara Tattoo Novels & Stories

Alec started. “One of my many talents.” I shrugged. Grabbing my phone, I called the answer machine at the shop. I only had one tattoo that was going to last three hours. He canceled due to his grandmother dying. “What’s wrong?” Alec noticed my change “My pack member canceled his appointment due to his grandma dying. I wish I could take him something. Maybe I can get Colt to do it.” “I’ll take you and then you can do my tattoo that needs to get finished “ “Seriously? Did you get your work done?”

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.”

Seth's chest bore the name "Rita Searle", tattooed there in bold letters. "Rita, my body and soul have been yours from the very beginning." Rita stood frozen. She stared at his bleeding chest, still shaken by the fact that Tara had just woken up. She had no idea if she should feel happy or heartbroken. Tara had woken up, and everyone else was overjoyed. Everyone but Victor, whose body had vanished without a trace, and Rita, who would never see her parents again.

Annie's balance failed her, the color draining from her face in an instant. That familiar red birthmark at the waist, the man who flatlined at the charity gala… She had kept convincing herself it couldn't have been me. She bolted out of the studio like a woman possessed and tracked down the person in charge of the event. She grabbed him by the collar and shrieked, "The tattoo model on stage that day—where is he?" The person in charge froze, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Ms. Sylvester, who are you talking about? You mean the one who died? He flatlined right there. His family never showed up, and I have no idea where they took his body."

Something was off. My stormy gray eyes looked more… haunted today. Shadowed. Like they’d seen something I wasn’t yet aware of. I lifted my hand slowly, eyes locked on the crescent moon and three stars etched into the skin of my left shoulder—faintly glowing like embers under the dim light. The mark had always been there. My brothers told me it was a birthmark. I never questioned it. But lately, it pulsed. As if it was alive. As if it was trying to wake something in me.

she explains. “Who’s that guy?” I demand. “He’s the one who tattooed me,” she answers with a low tone. “What his fucking name?” She almost startles on my lap, eyes wide. “Kyland Wright.” My eyes widen. “That fucking Kyland Wright?” “Do you know him?” she asks. “I’m sorry, I shouted.” I lower my voice a little bit. “He’s the one who tattooed me, Trinity, and he’s the bartender at the Night Stalker,” I say calmly. “I know.” “He will pay for what he did that night!”

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

She had some pink hidden in the back for our girls. I took her hand in mine and looked at the tattoo she had gotten; "AARO" and "ERO" were on her wrist. She had gotten the tattoo together with most of our family and friends. Everyone who knew they were alive now had a tattoo somewhere on their body to remind them of why they were doing this and to never stop searching. Leia looked at me, "what?" "Remember what you said to me? Let’s not waste time on regrets or past mistakes, but instead move forward. Let’s talk to Sara and Bruce together."

Terry himself pulled away and, the shirt tore away. As he turned to face the crowd, whose eyes were wide watching the unexpected action unfold, his bare torso was on display. On the right side of his body, along his ribs, was a tattoo of an upside down wolf skull. Someone gasped. A few of the candidates covered their mouths. I glanced at Nicholas for explanation. He was stunned speechless for a moment. Then he spoke, “The upside down wolf skull is a symbol of the underground organization. I didn’t know someone would… tattoo themselves with it.”