3 Headed Doberman Tattoo Novels & Stories

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

Henna was something that he did for our pups because they all thought our tattoos were cool. An artistic banner that Damon designed was hung up over one of the main booths. It had my mate’s sexy ass name and the logo design that was associated with him. It was an ouroboros made of water with flames inside of it. Damon was leaning against the chair with his arms crossed over his chest. A proud smile was on his face. He had dropped everything the moment that he learned that my mate was going to be featured this year. He had been instrumental in Maddox’s success, whether he agreed or not. He had taken my mate underneath his wing and taught him how to spread those wings of his and fly.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

" I asked her as I heard the familiar rattle of chains. Adrian hadn't originally followed us, so I knew what was coming. "The three-headed dog belonging to Hedes? What is that all you got sending me to hell?" She laughed as the door opened, and her laugh stopped in her throat as she saw her eldest son walking in with his chain. "No, that's a myth." She muttered when she saw the chains. Adrian had removed his shirt, and right across his left pec was a black tattoo of a three-headed dog wrapped in a chain.