Untouchable Ink Tattoo Novels & Stories

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

Did I say something to make her feel unhappy? I peer down and watch her finger tips follow the circle on the tattoo. If Zerdan had used regular ink and ordinary needles, the tattoo would have healed already. But he used a special kind of ink and paraphernalia designed for werewolves. So that the ink can stay put before the skin fully heals. “Hey. Are you okay?” I hold her face with my two hands as I stare into her violet pools, shiny from tears flirting to fall.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Ian is standing by the pool talking to Anderson with his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his abs so defined I couldn't look away if I wanted. My eyes grow into wider saucers as they zero in on the tattoo on the left side of his chest. I can't make out what's there, but I can see the ink, which shocks me to the core because Ian is allergic to ink, and it would corrupt his blood, making him unable to donate blood Something he has always loved doing. So why did he get Inked? As if feeling my eyes on him, he looks up and holds my gaze. Tears well in my eyes as he halts. I don't even realize they're falling until I taste the salted liquid on my trembling lips, and I hate that I can't tell what he's

Red ink Ep 13: Two sides of a coin • • He looked at the scene before him, the grass was wet and damp, rain drizzling, washing the blood of his victims away with its spontaneity. He didn't have much to do, he was done for the evening and he had who he came for. Boss would want him to finish it clean but he made a special request tonight, that he should leave the scene as it was, unattended and allow whoever was passing by perceive the odour of the decay...multiple dead persons. That would be one odour to reckon with. It would be a trigger point for the man who hid in the shadows.

“There are symbols that have been used for centuries to prevent possession.” “So you can tattoo my body and in return, Adron cannot possess me?” I clarified. “Correct.” “Can anyone tattoo these or only you?” “Anyone can tattoo it, but it has to be done with a certain ink.” “What’s in the ink?” I was more of less questioning her to see if she knew what she was talking about. If she would have come sooner, Jet wouldn’t be fighting for his life right now. “Different herbs and spices but hard metals like platinum, hafnium and thallium.”

"I just want Leo to grow up in a world where a person's worth is measured by their kindness, not their blood." She looked out over the Vale, where the fires of the different packs were burning brightly together. The Untouchable Omega had done the impossible. She had turned a mountain of secrets into a valley of light. The story of the Silver Line was no longer a tragedy. It was a beginning.

The defiant tone of their interactions had given way to this silent moment of vulnerability, and it left him with a sense of unease he couldn't easily shake. Taking a deep breath, Mace unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to the passenger's seat, his dark, silk hair falling across his forehead. Gently, he reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair away from Nysaa's face. The gesture was surprisingly tender for a man who had been so resolute in his coldness.

"However today, everything changed as I discovered you're actually a half-witted, harebrained, idiot whose silicone breasts had crawled to impair her brain." Scarlet's jaw dropped to the floor. She opened her mouth but before she could even say a word, I cut her off. "Have you heard of hypoallergenic tattoo ink? Based on your startled reaction I dare say you didn't. Perhaps you should have checked it on the internet first before marching here to accuse me of being fake just because of my tattoos." My voice thundered across the room, intimidating Scarlet who now stood on her place with her face, ears and neck turning crimson.

The bell above the tattoo shop door jingled as I pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d been thinking about this for months — finally getting ink on my breasts, something delicate and feminine to reclaim my body after a shitty breakup. The shop was called Ink & Skin, tucked into a quiet corner of the city with blacked-out windows and neon signs that hummed faintly. It was late afternoon, and the place was empty except for the artist behind the counter.