Vampire Teeth Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Kat breathed as she snuggled down into the duvet once more. He got up and went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror seeing the bite mark Kat had left. It was two very clear patterns of semi circles for both upper and lower teeth, nothing like the beautiful imprinted mark left on her neck which would look like a small tattoo once the bonding was complete. This was raw and savage, but he smiled. He would wear it with pride until it healed. Ruben leaned his hands on the vanity and angled his body to get a better look at it wondering if it would heal or whether it would scar considering his vampire healing clearly wasn’t working on it.

I froze, it was time had stopped, my blood rushed to my ears as all the hair at the back of my hair stood as I looked up at the man in front of me. No! It can't be! "You know me right?" He asked, smirking at my reaction. Of course! How couldn't I know who he was? My stomach twisted in knots as I looked past his face and at the tattoo peeking from the side of his neck. This was the famous tattoo of anyone that belonged to The Blood Moon Pack. A wolf head soaked with blood, it's once white fur stained with the red liquid as a few drops fell from it leaving a pool just underneath it.

note on it in favor of some more adult entertainment A set of theatrical vampire teeth and a bottle of strawberry syrup was well worth the stained sheets. Coupled with some party store accessories, Scott had made quite the handsome vampire. The syrup's color was bright enough to not look too much like blood, which was nice because he had been conscious about triggering Rayan's phobia. And Rayan had looked just as great in his own costume, conceding to wear whatever Scott picked out for him. A set of red horns and a tiny red cape, and Scott had his own personal succubus.

Colton signaled, and the door of the cage opened, letting that vampire come out who had challenged show Colton his place if he would come out by saying that ‘even dogs considered themselves as a lion in their area. “You’re so dead now.” The vampire hissed. “Trust me, and I had heard that before,” Colton said, looking at him casually. “PAIN” He used his power on Colton, who stood unaffected in front of him. The vampire looked at him in confusion until Colton’s mystical tattoo, known as the hunter's mark, located on their right arm, started appearing at Colton’s wish. This mark was invisible to all save for supernatural hunters or potential hunters until that hunter wanted to appear it or not.

They're not clear-cut and direct in their message, but more of a puzzle you have to solve for it to have any real meaning or ability to prevent. Flashes of Eve half turned with red eyes, and yet her fangs were vampire, elongated and dripping with darkest red, almost black blood. Trickling down her chin and soiling her already blood-soaked clothes. Her skin was pale, freakishly milk-pale, like that of old paintings and sketches of the feral vampires that no longer exist. Her hair flying wild and whipping around her face as though she was high in the air and caught in the center of a cyclone of her making.

I begged, "mark me." His eyes flashed; it looked more like fury than lust. It was clear he was trying to control himself; he didn't want to do it yet, but suddenly that was the most important thing to me. He growled, and his cannies extended from his mouth; they looked sexy, what I imagined a vampire only could have. And then he dug into my flesh with his teeth. Pain.

She didn't particularly fancy men in a sense and for the only man she did like to betray her that way, she was certain she'd never ever have any other feelings for any other male thing that walked on that realm. He titled her chin up to him, "For someone who has the guts to walk into my lair unarmed, you don't have the same guts for the bed, Audrey. I can smell your innocence...but don't be scared. I won't bite…" then he flashed his fangs at her. He removed his shirt and Sarah took in the art in front of her. His entire chest was covered with tattoos, vampire clan ones she presumed. "Kneel."

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

"Um…can I talk to you? Should I act like we're having a conversation?" "Glamored attendants can talk to each other. Vampires sometimes tell us to go mingle, so it's not unheard of. Just act normal, but don't yell or get angry. Any overwhelming display of emotions will rat you out." I relax and turn to face him. "I'm Jay," he says, extending a hand. I shake it, and can't help but stare at the intricate tattoo that covers his arm. In the center of a design, there's a glowing chip-like thing that looks like a studded piercing. "That's my blood mark. It's just a fancy name for a tattoo, but the tiny diamond here connects me to my master. That way he can sense if I'm close, in pain, alive or dead

, I fired, my headache coming back with the force of the high wind. "You can't tell the difference between a newly made rebel and a normal vampire, Lanie", I clarified, when I found her looking at me like she didn't know if I was on the same planet with her. "It's not as if they write it on their forehead". "I heard that they can indeed tell. That the rebels have some sort of tattoo at the back of their neck", Lanie argued "And you heard it from who? The tarot reader down on Goblin street?", I deadpanned, rolling my eyes as I faced the ceiling again, my mind and thoughts in a different place as to my body.