Vampire Teeth Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Strange and authentic. A tornado eyes.

I watched as the blue and black color, as well as the darkened veins that had begun to sprout, slowly disappeared. I bit my lip as a somewhat self-indulgent thought crossed my mind and continued to stare at the large gash that was taking some time to heal. Biting my tongue with my sharp teeth, I waited until I tasted my own blood on my tongue. Before I knew it, I was leaning down and latching my tongue to his neck and over the place where he had been bitten. It was a somewhat possessive act that shocked even me as I thought it over later on. At that moment, there was no regret or shame in my actions. All I knew was that he was injured and that some other vampires had bitten him. I had the ov

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

she smiled widely at them as she rose from the foot of the tree where she sat. "I have a question though," it was the same kid from earlier who had asked who the Vampire King was. "What unique tattoo does he need to find?" "Oh," Dua chuckled, "I have a sample here." She rolled up her sleeve on her right arm, revealing a delicate jacaranda branch wrapping around the her right arm, with small, intricately designed flowers and leaves spreading towards her shoulder. The flowers are a vibrant purple hue, gradating from light lavender at the tips to deep plum near the branch. The branch itself is thin and curved, with tiny buds and leaves sprouting along its length.

The pale brown almost birthmark looking tattoos along his arms, shoulders, back and chest blaze with divine light and a long bow appears in his massive hand, a full quiver on his back. “Careful of the weres and the humans!” I warn, as he nocks a wicked looking arrow and let’s fly into the back of a knife-wielding vampire with one of the Candlewood wolves pinned against a tree. Twitching as if a current of electricity was running through him, the vamp staggers back, but before the loosed were can tear into him, the arrow bursts into a white-hot flare, burning the bloodsucker from the inside out. My father glances at me, arching a brow.

But this one didn’t! Her body went stiff, her hands trembled, and because of this, a dagger fell off from her hand. She looked at the ordinary black dagger, and flashes of memories crammed themselves in her mind. Mallory raised a hand to cup her eyes, feeling how they throb. She saw a memory, of which she was looking directly into the vampire’s eyes. She saw herself, and at the same time, not her. Her eyes were glowing, with the moon’s symbol engraved on them. Both of her cheeks had a short leaf like pattern that was seemingly alive as it slithered. They were on horizontal pattern, seeming wanted to reach out to the end of the other tattoo-like pattern on the other cheeks.

Avery's fear-stricken eyes focused on the figure to her right, and it was then that she noticed a tattoo on his neck. No, they both bore the same fang tattoos. It was in that instant that she realized her mistake. They weren't novice vampires; they were dhampirs! The tattoos were exclusively reserved for dhampirs, at least according to what she had learned about vampires in school. Before she could process the situation fully, the dhampir to her left delivered a powerful blow to the truck, causing it to veer off the road and crash into a tree. Avery's head slammed against the steering wheel, and shards of glass from the shattered windshield rained down upon her. Blood trickled from her foreh

I stand back and admire the perfection of my mate’s body as the water washes over her back, bottom and thighs. “You know,” she says, giving me a coy look over her shoulder, “I’ve been thinking I’d like to get a tattoo.” “A tattoo?” I ask frowning. “What kind of tattoo?” “A vampire tattoo, right here,” she says, running her hand over her butt cheek, watching me. “What would this tattoo look like?” I ask her, feeling and smelling her desire for me in the heated shower. “Your teeth marks,” she says and now I understand. My mate loves feeling my fangs in her body nearly as much as she likes my cock deep inside her.

Tyler lifted her shirt to expose her six-pack abs. "Wow," I whispered, and I hadn't even seen the tat yet. Tyler had really honed her muscles. I had gained a preternatural beauty by becoming a Vampire, but her muscles had me beat. Tyler showed us her back, and I saw a Venus fly trap over her kidney. A vine snaked its way over her side to creep across her tummy. It was really cool. I wanted a tattoo, but my skin was too new and fragile. Besides, any tattoo on my skin would eventually heal and disappear.

I can feel the smirk on his face pressing into my jaw. He had my back facing the mirror and I turn my head, my face smushed into his, cheek to cheek. I see a big ass bite mark on my back! It went from shoulder to shoulder and dips down in between my shoulder blades, like the bottom half of a circle. There was a big dark green toothprint on my right shoulder with three smaller tooth marks and some type of lavender angel figure in the middle? I'm not sure, followed by three small black marks and a large black toothprint on my left shoulder. It looks like a tricolor tattoo of a beastly bite mark and I kinda like it. It looks as if it's healing.