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There were also several katanas hanging horizontally on the wall behind her. “Behind this painting is your own personal bathroom…though it’s like every normal bathroom. Come let’s take a look inside.” She soon walked towards the painting and began to probe with her left hand until a click was heard and the painting opened ajar like a door leading to a room. At the back of the painting, in purple ink was an inscription: ‘Be ye therefore perfect, even as your father who is in heaven is perfect’ –Matthew 5:48. There was only one word that could adequately describe the ‘situation’ before me – blasphemy. How could these sons and daughters of darkness possess the nerve to involve sacred wordings o

"We just want to ask some questions regards to Adrian, is he a member of some kind of cult? Do you have any ideas?" She looked at me in shock as she shakes her head. "No ma'am I believed Adrian can't be a member of something especially when it comes to religious beliefs. He is an Agnostic" I gave her the picture of Adrian's corpse showing the tattoo. "How long did he have this tattoo?" I asked. "He never had that tattoo. in fact, he doesn't have a tattoo, not even one!" She exclaimed Both Nick and I were dumbfounded. If he doesn't have a tattoo why is the symbol is on his body? Questions rapidly filling up my sense.

It was as if the tattoos served as a roadmap to her inner world, and I found myself drawn deeper into the narrative she was painting on her skin. As Gabby unveiled the mystery of her tattoos, a sense of anticipation lingered in the air. The moment took an unexpected turn when Gabby, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, asked if I wanted to see where the fourth tattoo was. My heart skipped a beat as I gulped nervously, feeling a combination of excitement and curiosity.

I whispered. “What a stereotype,” he murmured. “So what should I do? Your highness,” I said sarcastically. He thought for a second. “Hm. You even have scars from your fun travels. This is terrible.” He seems agitated about it. “What’s the big deal?” I blurted out. “If you’ve read the bible, you’ll know that our body is our temple. Therefore, it deserves to be taken care of.” “Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve heard a sermon. You, reading the Bible, contradicts your belief.”

He demanded. A bad omen? I had totally forgotten and well, that is because I did not believe that. I mean, humans have always had tattoos and it was really cool. In fact, the most successful ones among them were ones with a lot of tattoos and it made them famous. I have always admired it and there is no telling me otherwise. Besides, I had literally thought it was a case of cursing what you cannot have. It is no secret that we werewolves could not get tattoos. It was impossible because we always healed and once the needle pierces through the skin, well, that would definitely mean healing. But now, someone as smart as Maddox had finally found out a way to get the tattoo done and here we were

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

My God, help me, I am dying and there will be no one who can come to save me! Her back was as well defined as her abdomen but the tattoo, God the tattoo made her stand out in such a striking way that I was sure drool would come out of my mouth at that moment, the tattoo was alluding to marine things I couldn't get the slightest bit of that doubt, but could not define what things were.

He said to Mark. “With what?” Mark asked him. “They took all of our weapons and we can’t shift so I can’t scratch the tattoo off.” He retorted. “Damn, bite it off.” Josiah said. “I am not biting you.” Mark told him as he started to walk again. “If they tattooed me, it is likely that they tattooed you as well.” Josiah said catching up to Mark.

A task she had neglected this past week, until today. She’d been at the library for a few hours searching for anything remotely about “self-appearing tattoos” and “burning tattoos.” The worst article stated that a person who had a tattoo suddenly appear was marked by the devil and was an instrument of evil. She discounted it, even though it still bothered her. She had never been one to think mean or evil thoughts, nor she had never done anything evil or mean to another person in her life. So, she reasoned, the description didn’t fit her situation.

I chuckled softly, “You're the one telling me what the bible said about tattoos? Father and mother dragged you to church every Sunday morning. Most of the time, you refuse to go. What do you know about what the bible says about tattoos? If you read your Bible that well, I'm sure there are parts where it states for a father to be responsible to their children” “Grace—-” “We're talking the bible, let's continue” “I don't care about that. You are not supposed to get married behind my back. Who did he give the bride price? I am your father”