3 Headed Doberman Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Shh. It’s ok. We’re not going to hurt you.” The man was tall, his head nearly touching the top of the tent. He had a strong jaw line, dark blue eyes and chocolate brown hair. His broad shoulders and chest were naked, and he had a tattoo of a wolf on his left peck. His friend had a curly mop of tight curls and stunningly bright green eyes. He was bent over but I could tell he wasn’t as tall as the other. I could smell they were werewolves, and I could make out the scent of blueberry cheesecake which relaxed me a little.

he said, making Amora flinch. She glared at them as if she wanted to memorize their faces. One of them was bald, short in stature, but had many tattoos. The second had a face covered in cuts and stitches so that his facial features were barely recognizable. And the last one had a normal face like an ordinary person, it was just that he had completely black eyes. They wore a variety of clothing but on each arm was the black dragon tattoo that was the hallmark of their pack. "Where did you find them?" asked Liam, seeing the three men blindfolded. It looked like they also couldn't hear anything maybe because their ears were covered by some kind of earplugs, and their hands were tied.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

This morning when she was taking her birth too. She saw a mark on her right neck too, like a wolf? Dog can’t have such teeth and nose? It’s not dog head but a wolf. It’s not just any wolf either and that’s what got her even more confuse, tattoo that she have never seen on her neck before and it’s suddenly pop up on her neck the next day she had a romance with some stranger. It’s got pretty hot between them and I thought he might just have some business mind in him but the way he stare at him and how it’s got so fast between them.

The second one is under complete surveillance and third one is only for the staff which only includes alpha and their betas. “Look he had a tattoo on his trample.” Asher pointed out and zoom it before showing it to me. I turned my gaze at road briefly before turning back to screen. The tattoo was of a big wolf eating its own tail. I have seen it somewhere. But where? “Reed watch out.” Asher shouted and I blacked out. The sound of glass shatter dropping in the background.

His eyes were glowing with gold, coated with black fur, the end of his tail was the head of a serpent, hissing every time he wags it. “We have to step back,” Damon placed his hand across my chest, pushing me backward “Why—aren't we suppose to help?” “This is a fight between Stefan and Cerberus,” “Cerberus,” I parted my lips, “I've read about him, he's a Hellhound, the guard dog for Hell gates,” “Yes,” “But— I swear, I've read it somewhere that he has three he—” Pointing ahead of him, I realized that the dog grew another pair of heads, that was viciously biting sat Stefan

"Were JETs always this dangerous? Or is this year special?" ¤ ¤ ¤ Someplace away from them, a youth was engaged in a battle with a three-headed hound. The hound skin was the darkest shade of black, while his eyes were oozing deadly yellow hue. The hound's claws looked so sharp that they would cut the steel in one swoop.

The man in his mid thirties was dressed in a black leather jacket and denim pants and had a tribal tattoo on his left cheek. “What are you doing here, children? Shouldn't you be playing at the other park with other kids your age? ” The stranger said as he knelt down to them. To be fair, the man could have been attractive; he's tall, with a cream-colored complexion, a fine nose, and pinkish lips; and the tattoo on his face added some spice to his appearance. The only thing that detracts from his beauty is the unmistakable huge scary scar that runs across his forehead.

My palms were sore as well, as we stared at the strange sight before us. Two of the wolves darted off in different directions. I assumed they might be scouts. The other three ran at different men, and to my astonishment, crashed into their chests, merging with their form. The men’s eyes snapped open and began to rise. As I stared at the sight before me, I realized that there was now a large wolf head tattooed on each of their bare chests.

I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more. He had tattoos, but he wasn’t tatted out like I had expected from a biker. He had the Dogs of Fire logo on his inner forearm, and that same arm was sleeved up to his shoulder. The other arm was also sleeved, but ended at the elbow. Down his left side and slightly across his ribs was a black and white tattoo of the lily flower with the word “Lily” interwoven in the design.