Vampires Tattoo Novels & Stories

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

He asked "Yes, just to know about vampires who are Vegetarian's." "Don't spill your blood just anywhere especially where vampires are. Okay." He said with a smile. That just confirmed that he was a vampire. A good one.... Unlike the annoying bastard. "Okay, I understand." I said with a smile. "Good, what is your name." He said "Veronica, as I said earlier." " I know, just tried to recall if anyone I knew is answer the name Veronica. " He said "My name is Justin mark." He added. "Cool, nice to meet you." I said as I stretched my hand out to shake his. His hands were extremely cold.

Did I say something to make her feel unhappy? I peer down and watch her finger tips follow the circle on the tattoo. If Zerdan had used regular ink and ordinary needles, the tattoo would have healed already. But he used a special kind of ink and paraphernalia designed for werewolves. So that the ink can stay put before the skin fully heals. “Hey. Are you okay?” I hold her face with my two hands as I stare into her violet pools, shiny from tears flirting to fall.

“No.” He attacked. Not with a wild lunge, but with a swift, controlled strike meant to disarm, not kill. I ducked, the shard in my satchel thumping against my ribs. The movement brought me closer to him than I intended. As I twisted away, the collar of the rough leather vest he wore shifted. There, on the side of his neck, just above the thick muscle, was a tattoo. Small, intricate, but unmistakable. A black raven in flight, its wings spread—the exact symbol on the bloodied badge in my pocket. The mark of Damon’s pack.

EVANGELINE. My gaze snaps back to the tattoo on his torso, realising it’s not just any snake but the symbolic sea serpent of Hades… The symbol of the Night Shade Pack, how did I not realise! I look up at him, grasping onto the fact that I had gone straight from the wolf’s den into the monster’s lair…

, 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.

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.

I gasped, “Clark… You we’re invincible right now?” “I’m not that foolish to make these mortals watch me brand my mate” His voice became softer, “Now you can hear my thoughts and with his mark, I can find you anywhere even under the layers of earth” He lifted his sleeve, revealing a small snake tattoo on his arm, “This is the Nobu” He explains, “This is the mark that binds a Vampire to his mate” I stared in disbelief, “You did what? Are you crazy?” “It is tradition my dear” he chuckled darkly.

“Oh good! Hi Sebastian! I promise you, you want to hear about this. I’m sure you remember the gory night against Lucas’ vampire last year?” “You’re talking about the night a djinn tried to kill your brother and Blue stepped in, right?” “Yes, that night. Turned out that the vampires we killed that night, at least some of them, had the same tattoos on their left arm below the armpit. Papers are showing pictures of two of them, their left arm above their head, so their tattoos are visible in the pictures.” “We burned them all, did we miss some corpses?” “No, we didn’t miss any, I’d set myself on fire on that.”

Dean says. "All my vampires are good, and I do not believe anyone can be corrupted. We will have to cover their tattoos because I do not think the original tattoo looks like theirs. I know that I have been evil before, but since I got the tattoo, my feelings and soul have returned, and I can not be evil even if I want to," Vladimir says. "What about your sister? She got the same tattoo as you, and she turned out to be evil. What if she has spies here? What if they know that we are going to send some spies? Wouldn't it put your vampires' lives in danger?" Tamara asks.