Vampires Tattoo Novels & Stories

I sighed and bit the bullet. The clerk at this one didn’t have blue hair, but she did have the same air of no-nonsense nonchalance. And, I noticed as I got closer to the counter, where she sat flipping through a Vamp Vixens magazine, she had a small tattoo on her wrist, a symbol I recognized as belonging to a loosely-affiliated group of shifter packs of different prey species. They were much rarer, since so many of their ancestors got eaten. They also tended to be the butt of a lot of jokes from more intimidating species, so they stuck together.

Not being able to control her actions, her mouth opened wide and before she knew it, her fangs into the side of Christian's neck. But this time, it was different. Instead of taking his blood, it was as if she was giving him life. She knew it wasn't hurting him or poisoning him; he was her mate and guessed it was how vampires did it, similar to wolves. They all leaved their marks on their other half. When Jessie pulled back, she could see a black flower on Christian's neck, as well as a few lines running along his right shoulder. She ran my thumb over the tattoo like markings and watch as they slowly fade from red to purple.

I said, opening my eyes. “The next day, I was murdered, or almost murdered, for being gay. And since I became a vampire, my tattoos don’t fade or go through the usual wear and tear a tattoo on a mortal’s skin.” I said. “So, you were… what dreaming about Eclipse before even my grandparents would’ve been born?” Sage asked, their hand absently petting… yes, petting… my wolf tattoo. “Maybe.” I shrugged. “Is that a Darby thing? One of your family members told Alpha Logan all this would happen. Is being a seer something you can do too?” Sage asked.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

—he gestured to the large, broad-shouldered one—“and this one here is Lucian.” I nodded, committing their names to memory. It was easier now that they didn’t look like they wanted to kill me. Maybe getting bitten by a vampire and surviving had earned me some points—or maybe nearly dying for their boss did. Ryan tilted his head at me. “Can I see it?” “The mate mark?” I asked cautiously. He nodded eagerly, but Xavier immediately cut in. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Ryan frowned. “Come on, I haven’t seen a mark like this before. Touching won’t hurt.”

Cold, carved stone. I brushed the soil aside, and the object revealed itself. It was a totem, six inches long, maybe a bit more. Black stone, etched with sharp, precise symbols I didn’t recognize all at once, but which made my stomach tighten anyway. The top was smooth, almost polished. The base looked like it had been sealed with blood. Old blood. Faint, but there. Vampiric. I didn’t touch it directly. I sat back on my heels, heart picking up speed.

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I hear she is scary at it, too. Tyler's story is interesting. She asked me if she could become a living vessel the way I had. I didn't know if it would be possible, but I made sure she understood that she'd never be able to be turned if she desired it later. I also told her that no Vampire except maybe one or two in a thousand would ever be able to touch her. She understood but desired to be my Punisher, my Angel of Death. Tyler branded herself on the wrist as I had, but it did not turn her into a vessel. It wasn't until approximately thirty brands and a large tattoo covering her entire back that she finally succeeded.