Untouchable Ink Tattoo Novels & Stories

She said she worked with girl that had tattoos and how much longer they had to stay in the makeup chairs to cover them for a shoot, so she held off. The tattoo was of two unicorns, a male and a female, necks entwined while they nuzzled each other. The artist was the best she could find, and the colors were vibrant, the details painstaking. It was beautiful and I told her so, promising to kiss it when it healed more.

I wasn't sure whether it was cooking or spell-casting, but she seemed fairly busy with it. I pulled my right sleeve back and exposed my inner forearm. I already had two other marks there, one a circle, the other a square with runes and other symbols in them. I cleaned a bare area with rubbing alcohol then applied a bit of ointment. I twisted off the lid to the ink. I could smell the musky metallic scent of it. It was some creature's blood mixed with metal to help the tattoo settle. I dipped the needles in the ink then stabbed myself in the arm repeatedly.

"Yeah, yeah, how many Eliot Lakes could there be? And besides, you could have just gone home. Nobody put a gun to your head and forced you to come with me." "And let you get the entire payday? Not bloody likely!" Rhys snorted. A bell jingled as Rusty pushed open the door and the pair entered the shop. The petite, black-haired woman behind the counter smiled. "Welcome to Kink Ink, gentlemen. What kind of ink did you have in mind?" "We're not actually in the market for a tattoo today, we were just looking for a little information," Rusty said, as a tall First Nation man pushed through the curtain leading to the back of the shop and stood beside the counter.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

Cade slipped off his jacket to hang up in his bedroom, but he took a step back when Quinn leaned forward to study the ink on his arms. “Sorry.” Quinn smiled at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Is that your work?” “Some,” Cade said, glancing at it indifferently. “I go to different artists to do the ink. I like their work. You like tattoos?” “I always have.” Quinn took off his own jacket and pushed up the sleeves of his sweater to reveal full sleeves of work. “Nice!” Cade leaned forward to study Quinn’s arms. “That’s Jack Booker, isn’t it?”

So when my best friend told me her tattoo shop was running a discount, I jumped at it. Lena: Girl, 40% off today only. My boss is running it. Come get that ass ink you’ve been talking about. Private room and everything. I was already out the door before I could talk myself out of it. Ink & Sin was tucked into a dimly lit corner of the city, the kind of place that screamed trouble in the best way. Blacked-out windows, blood-red neon sign, and the low thump of heavy music vibrating through the walls. My heart hammered as I pushed open the door. The scent of antiseptic, leather, and something darker, maybe testosterone, hit me instantly.

David said next to me. I looked at him in surprise. "What's happening?" He shook his head. “Love… this probably won't work.” He climbed in, stepping up close behind me and pointing to my side. I looked down and found out that there is no lining under the lace and because of that my tattoo is visible. These were flowers that were mostly located on one half of the ass, but also reached a little on the thigh and up to the pelvic bone. David frowned at the sight. “That would drive parents crazy, Tate. Certainly not these."

MADDOX Today had turned out a lot better than I had anticipated that it would. Damon had helped me get everything set up as Inkfinity’s new tattoo artist. It did not take long before a waiting list was waiting for me. We worked together to create the best fucking portfolio that we could.

As the letters sits bold and dark against his skin glistening. 𝓐𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓼 I peel off my gloves slowly. Then, without thinking too hard, I run my bare fingers lightly over the fresh ink, Not pressing. Just feeling the heat from irritated skin and his eyes darken. “That’s going to sting for a few days,” I say quietly. “Thankfully it’s nothing I can’t handle.”He murmurs smiling as he stares down at the ink with a pleased expression on his face

he gestured toward me, “....this shouldn’t be happening.” “But it is,” Penny snapped back, eyes wide as she studied me. “I told you, remember? She still carries the stench of the Alpha-Luna bond. That shouldn’t be possible either!” Jason, who’d been silent till now, stepped closer, eyes narrowing with focused intensity. “Your marks…” he said. “Noah, your marks are glowing.” “What?” I breathed, reaching up to touch my neck. The mark—it pulsed with a faint golden hue. I looked over my shoulder. The moon guardian symbol shimmered faintly, like it had come alive.