Achilles Tattoo Novels & Stories

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

As he takes Addison’s hand and stands up, Addison glances down the length of his body, eyebrows raising. She had been so distracted while she and Javan were fucking that she didn’t even notice it, but with her shorts off, Javan’s thigh tattoo is in full view. It’s a floral piece, a black and white arrangement of tiger lilies and peonies. It’s gorgeous. The design perfectly accents the curve of his muscular hip. “Your tattoo is pretty,” Addison murmurs. She reaches out and brushes a finger across it lightly. “I always wondered what it was. Especially after all your tormenting.”

Her eyes were red and puffy as she covered her face. "Raine, don't do anything stupid." Charlie reached for her, and as she moved, a tattoo peeked out from her collar—a sleek arrow with a bold C inked into it. Something clicked. Charlie had a similar tattoo on his chest, a Cupid-like design. When I asked about it, he brushed it off. Just for fun, he'd said. He always swore Raine was like a sister.

My eyes dragged over him slowly, shamelessly, like they had a mind of their own. His chest was broad, which was rising and falling with each calm breath. Water beaded on his skin, rolling down in lazy paths I wanted to follow with my tongue. And the tattoo...fuck it, I was a gooner for men with tatts. I remembered encouraging Sinclair in the past to get his first tattoo just because I wanted to lazy trace them every chance I had.. Alaric had a full sleeve on his left arm which was on full display now, black ink swirling from his wrist all the way up, the patterns was intricate but I was too consumed in drooling over his body to spend much time on his tattoo

"Milo! Put me down! Milo this is not funny. Put me down!" When we were inches away from the lake, he decided to put me down. I was standing right in front of him as I stare at his tatted body. His butterfly tattoo was big, he had two birds right on his chest and some more on his arm, and a little on the other. Damn, he has a gorgeous v-line and his abs were dominant. He had biceps which were too die for and shit, this guy has a nice pair of legs! Look at that! So slim, long, and perfect! His legs were much longer than mine! He was inexplicably sexy and tempting. I glanced at his bulge.

Just before the performer climaxed, he raised his hip a bit, lifting Mia up with his hand behind her back. He was planning on emptying everything so deep inside her, barely anything would be left slipping out. But the second he did, I noticed something on his lower thigh. A little family inscription. It was the Japanese symbol… “絆” A tattoo. A very familiar one at that. I knew this, because I had the same one. As if to confirm I wasn't seeing things, I looked down at myself, just beside my soaked pussy, and met the same tattoo on the underside of my thigh.

Sirius growled. I side-eyed Austin unsure of the guard mark Sirius had mentioned. Seeing the confusion in my eyes, he neared my ear and said, “It's a red line tattoo; put on your inner ankle, and when you complete all the training, it will look like this. He then pulled up his pants leg to show me a small red arrow right above his ankle bone. “The black bow is for mastery, so you don't have to concern yourself with that,” he said firmly, and I huffed.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

Lenora's POV Alpha Zade stood before me, stark naked, his chiseled physique on full display. My eyes darted wildly around his body, taking in the tattoo that covered part of his chest and left arm. His tattoo was the same as the symbol I had seen on the signboard earlier. ‘Two daggers crossed over its forehead, their blades adorned with ancient runes.’ Alpha Zade's tattoo, a symbol of his Pack's heritage, seemed to glow in the room's dim light, a reminder of his strength and authority and power.

But he was still anticipating seeing what would be his next move. Carson just placed his hand right over the blanket covering his hard rock dick. He had his one leg was stretched straight and other was bent inside... He was looking no less than a sexy model. Displaying his tattoos. Only Carson among the three had tattoos on his body. His arm had a black band; his right leg had an ANCHOR right above his ankle and not to forget the DEVIL TRYING TO CATCH HIS NIPPLE. Well it was a devil printed on his chest above his left nipple extending his hand as in to grab his nipple.