Vampire Teeth Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

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

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

"When you say it like that, I have no idea who I’m really choosing." Zombie turns to Alec and nods at him. Alec goes to the back of the room and returns with a tattoo machine. "Then I choose for you, and I choose them both." Zombie smiles wickedly. "Give both of them a Z right behind their right ear." He nods to Alec. Neither Amber nor Kattie moves a muscle while Alec gives them the tattoo. Adis’s eyes blaze with anger. Zombie can inflict a lot of damage with those tattoos. "Should I continue, Adis?" Zombie raises an eyebrow, looking at Adis. "Or are you ready to choose now? Amber or Kattie?"

Flashback One of my other pals called me out, saying, "Remlend, you are always cheating!" "...even if we want you to wink at us, we won't let you fool us; you're handsome, but we won't fall for your trap," she adds while blushing. What she stated was met with laughter from the rest of my friends. We have a lot of fun. There are five females and five males in total. They spontaneously decided to bond while we were at a picnic, so all of us were there.

I needed to do something about that tattoo, it could put me in a lot of trouble. “It’s just a tattoo.” His finger went into my mouth before my teeth could block it out and my tongue instinctively wrapped around it, my eyelids getting heavier. “Keep telling yourself that. Now be a good girl and run along, I’m just Mr. Sloane and you’re just Jade Rivers.” I had no complaints. I would’ve stopped his finger from escaping the rash reins of my teeth—since I know werewolf teeth to be sharper—but I let go, craving more of him from that simple taste.

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.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

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.