3 Headed Doberman Tattoo Novels & Stories

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

He looked to be in his thirties, well built, and had minimal tattoo work done. "Hi, I'm Karen. What are you thinking about getting done today?" I tried so hard to focus and listen to him but damn if my mind didn't go back to the naked brothers in my bed. I wonder if they are still there and waiting for my return. Anticipation swam through my body as I grinned. I was thankful that the guy just wanted a small piece done; a paw print and his dog's name written in cursive across the paw. Easy and adorable. So I got to work so I could go back to my apartment and hopefully to the brothers.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

His fur had once been a sleek, silken black. Age and hunger had dulled it. Scars crisscrossed his flanks. On his shoulder, visible where the fur had been ripped away, a tattooed sigil stood out, ragged but unmistakable: A crescent of ink laid over a blotched circle. Moon over shadow. He had seen that mark burned into trees, carved into stones, painted on shields in old war stories. The brand of the Shadow Pack. “What in the Moon’s broken face,” Tamsin whispered, “is a Shadow dog doing alive?”

I can hear him chuckling at me as he gets out of bed. I quickly throw my hair up in a ponytail and brush my teeth before grabbing some workout clothes from my closet. “Are you joining us for training,” I ask “Absolutely. I am curious to see how different the training program is here. I am looking forward to learning,” he says with a smile. We head out and meet Bren and Damien downstairs so we can all walk to training together. I gasp when I see Bren. “What is that?!” I ask pointing at her neck. It looks like she got a tattoo in the shape of a crescent moon and two small wolves with a galaxy of stars around them. It is a beautiful dark purple that is almost black.

They were from Kaden’s. The two-headed wolf tattoo on their chests was a dead giveaway to that. It was their pack’s trademark, and they were popular for it. I groan inwardly. This shouldn’t take long if I had my letter with me, but as I rummaged through the car I cursed. I should have brought the other car because I remember the letter from the council was there. Great. Just great. Suddenly, the biggest one with a bulky chest and huge muscles placed his one foot on the hood of my car. I raise a brow at him, but it’s as if he found my reaction amusing, and he chuckled.

I could just hear my heart beat getting louder as I slowly bent down and took a closer look at the ink . It was a simple tribal tattoo of three triangles interlocked into one common point. The triquetra tattoo looked to be darker along the interlocked parts of the triangles. “Where did you get that tattoo done?” I made sure to keep my very as stable as possible as I nonchalantly asked the question that was sending my heart into a frenzy. “It’s a birthmark,” He did not seem to care for much about the answer as he dryly answered while his focus remained on my leg .

"I am not sure yet. I just heard some ladies at the club talking about it. However, what if it's just another mob called Black Wolves, you don't even know what the killer looks like?" "I may not have seen his face, but he has a black wolf tattoo. A tattoo of a wolf was clearly drawn on his arm, and the word BLACK was boldly drawn in it, signifying black wolves. I am sure every clan member must have a tattoo like that, just like we all in the Adrenaline mob, who have dragon tattoos".