Undertaker Sara Tattoo Novels & Stories

Lukas nodded, pulled the top edge of Scarlet's shirt down on her chest the slightest degree. I leaned over Xander, laid my head to his chest. His heart beat tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump against my ear. As I pulled back, I scented burning skin. I turned his head to the side. There, just like his brother and Taryk sported, was a new tattoo etching itself into his skin.

Megan, the healer in charge of Tessa, told me she was being discharged. By the time I reached the healing room, she was already gone. Back at my apartment, I found her waiting on the couch, bubbling with excitement. I hadn’t expected that. “Are you… alright?” I asked. “Yes! I’m perfectly fine; I don’t feel a thing. But see…” She pulled down her shirt to reveal a tattoo. The tattoo was common after marking—once the scar faded, a symbol appeared where the mark had been. Usually, it was some intricate designs, patterns, or a moon symbol, but Tessa’s was different. It was a rose, its stem wrapped in thorns.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.

It was definitely Silas with the broad figure of his. “ Are you not afraid? ” Silas asked from the distance and Sara set her lips in a thin line. “ Was I supposed to be scared? ” She shot back and groaned out feeling her head still hurting. “ Turn on the lights. ” Sara shrieked and the lights were turned on the next moment. The brightness hurted her eyes and she closed them before blinking them open after a while. As she looked at the side, a gasp left her lips. Silas was standing just beside the bed, wearing a simple white T-shirt with black pants. His tattoos were peeking through the sleeves and the neckline of the shirt which made Sara gulp down her saliva.

“I was going to wait to mention this, but since we are all together. We have a new person I want us to start using for tattoos. Bear asked me to collect a debt I owed and was supposed to keep an eye on the artist Ash. She is a painter and tattoo artist; the shop is called The Fallen Haven. Queenie looked hesitant about trying a new artist out. Once, she was used to something she didn’t like to change. But for King to even have a debt is almost unheard of, and Bear wasn't someone you wanted on your bad side. Joker smirked at King before looking at Queenie. “Queen, I’ll go first, and if you don’t like what she puts out, then I’ll take you to Nick.” Shooting a look at King that said try and arg

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

"Someone is cleaning up their mess. Someone who didn't want me finding out who the real employer was." "Look at this," Zach said. He flipped the tablet around and zoomed into a grainy photo of one of the corpses. The man’s shirt had been pulled back, revealing a tattoo on the side of his neck. It was a serpent entwined around a broken hourglass. The ink was dark, the lines jagged and precise. I felt the blood drain from my face. The room seemed to tilt. I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing until the image burned into my retinas.