3 Headed Doberman Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

he said flipping the top of the box off completely. Three balls of fur jumped out and rushed to us. Kaden squealed instinctively and backed off, dragging me behind him. “Stop,” he ordered instinctively. The hounds stopped and sat at his feet, tails wagging and their red glowing eyes on him expectantly. “I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.”

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 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".