Vampires Tattoo Novels & Stories

He smiled at me, "If I don't eat it's not like I'll die. Vampires can last an entire lifetime without blood...it's just very, very excruciating and can drive even the best of us to wipe out the entire human population because of blood lust." "Still! I want you to feed! It's not healthy for you to go without blood like that!" I said very angry with him. "Okay darling, dearest, honey bunch, sweetie pie. You are really starting to sound like you're married to me!" He chuckled. This made me blush very wildly. "Speaking of which, what's the next hint for the girl you like?" I asked as we neared the school yard. "Well, she is a Hunter. She has a tattoo as well and her name is..."

"What do you mean?" Abu frowned and continued, "The tattoo symbolised as your mission that's why it's shining when you are near the vampire as a reminder of your mission but after knowing that you don't want to kill him anymore, the mission vanished and as your punishment, you became a total human, Evangeline. Your blood could no longer kill the vampire for it was already changed into human blood, x he explained. She didn't comment and was still processing the information in her head. She couldn't believe that she was no longer dangerous to Blake.

Rhysand said as he walked over to the antic mirror and slowly slid down his sleeve, revealing his tattooed back that was covered in scars, a vampire head with a bleeding mouth tattoo in his upper back, the image was not only eye-catching but also filling the onlooker with trepidation, it was mysterious. Amren's gaze was drawn to the intricate, lifelike rendering of a vampire's head that adorned his upper back. The creature's fanged mouth dripped with crimson, a visceral reminder of the primal power that coursed through Rhysand's veins. Yet, there was a haunting quality to the image, a sense of pain and turmoil that seemed to emanate from the inked visage. The scars that crisscrossed Rhysand'

Strange and authentic. A tornado eyes.

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

They rank the highest which doesn’t allow them to mate with other covenants and another clan because they want to keep their power and name just like us vampires. "Going back, she doesn't look like a witch." “How would you distinguish a witch in a modern world, Stan?” I asked. You can not. You can’t even distinguish vampires now from other humans because we dress, live and act like humans. "I don't know, but hey ..." He flicked his finger. “I remember Mira saying that each witch of each covenant has a birth tattoo marked on their back for them to distinguish where they came from. And the tattoo can't be removed no matter what spell you use. It is actually engraved on their backs connected to

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.

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.

Was this what Rachel referred to when she spoke about Vampires' transforming? My fingers brushed over the fangs on the statue and my eyes widened at the mark on my hand. An outline of the sun was engraved into my skin on top of my right hand. I had never seen this tattoo of the sun before and I wondered if the full moon had anything to do with this. Was this mark ever going to go away? What did it mean and was it something I had to be worried about? I wasn't so sure if it was safe for me down here. A banging noise startled me and caused a sudden twitch in my shoulders.

They’d spent the last hour scrolling, debating, vetoing, and finally settling on a theme that felt right. Black and crimson as the base—bold, powerful, unmistakably vampire. Silver and deep violet as accents—nodding to Liora’s shadows and Seraphina’s precision. Leather and charcoal gray for texture and edge—Ravenna’s influence. Crimson, silver, and deep violet woven into every piece. And the wristbands—custom leather cuffs, each with intricate vampire fang designs embossed in silver and deep violet thread, charcoal gray backing, crimson stitching. Subtle. Symbolic. Undeniable.