Alt Tattoos Novels & Stories

It looked more like a tattoo than a marking. Just behind my right shoulder, there was a black tribal crescent moon, with the outline of a wolf howling at a moon in the tattoo. It was no bigger than an inch and a half, but it looked huge as I looked at it. I never put much thought into the mark the Alpha King had on his wrist, but now that I carried it, I wondered if it was a marking from the Moon Goddess. “I don’t think I can do this.” I whispered as my attention stayed on the mark.

Maybe June was just imagining it. June just realized that from behind the folds of the sleeves of the T-shirt Alarick was wearing, a wolf-shaped tattoo appeared, as well as from behind the neck of his shirt. It looks like this man's body is covered in tattoos. That's what June imagined. Alarick took her into the elevator and then pushed the button on the floor where June lived. This is crazy! How did he know all this? Is this person a psychopath? A handsome psychopath with alluring gray eyes. June guessed, but all her thoughts only made her frightened even more.

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

Allie pointedly asked, crossing her arms together, mirroring him. "I'm implying that you don't belong here," The Alpha said in a bored tone, not at all impressed with her show of bravery. With that, he turned to the nearest locker and proceeded to strip off his shirt. Suddenly the air inside the room felt hot and stuffy, barely allowing her to look anywhere but at his bare upper body on display. Allie couldn't help but stare at the tattoo that littered his chest. A huge symbol. Maybe a pack symbol.

His skin was almost as pale as mine, and it looked as smooth as silk. Then a moonbeam touched the trees and the top of the cliff. And my dirty blood allowed my eyes to see clearer, not only around me, but as far as the man in front of me, a hundred feet away. And my heart skipped a beat when I saw the subtle tattoo covering his back, light lines like drawn with silver ink: a cross and a crescent moon. I muffled a cry, because Teah had told me about that tattoo. That was no ordinary wolf: he was the Alpha.

Elena, Katty, and Martina, mouths widely parted while their eyes held nothing but shock and confusion, Scarlet shyly shaved off her gaze, her amber eyes landing on Alpha Reid, who stood a few feet away from her. For the first time, Scarlet took in the appearance of the Alpha. His maximum lengthy hair was messy yet sexy, his white sleeves shirt was tucked neatly into his black pants, held with a firm belt while the sleeves were folded up, revealing a broken heart shape in black and red ink on his forehand which Scarlet had not seen till now. The alpha had tattoos?!

He assumed the black mark was a tattoo. “Since when did Aslan have a tattoo?” The last time Allen had seen Aslan, his little brother's body had been clean and tattoo-free. Allen hadn't received any reports from Johan or Fred that Aslan had gone to a tattoo artist while living with Skylar, either. Besides, Allen thought the idea of Aslan getting inked just didn't make sense. Allen knew that his little brother hated being touched by others. Even the slightest touch made Aslan pull away or get angry. Having to get tattooed would be even worse. A tattoo artist would clearly have to touch Aslan’s skin for hours to finish a tattoo design.

She was standing closer to the door, she seems to be waiting for someone, her attitude could tell. 'Hi… Adele' I whispered faintly into her ear, which startled. 'Hey… Lass' She smiled back but still focus on the indoor, She was wearing a sleeveless top which revealed her beautiful tattoos, some looks like musical symbols while others are weapons, It must be detailed, though. 'That…' I said, gesticulating at the tattoos on her right arm, It represented something right'.

Garrett stated. Wow, so this was his own stance and I realised that I had not been giving him credit enough. "Well, that makes two of you." Harold responded. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "The tattoo on Peter's hand has already disqualified him from being Alpha. An Alpha must have no blemishes, remember?" He asked. "But that's a work of art!" Damon said quickly.

The faint sign of ink. “What’s that? he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. I hesitated, then rolled up my sleeve, revealing the delicate, run-like tattoo that showed with a faint glow under the library lights. “It’s… a tattoo,” I said softly. “It appeared on its own. I didn’t get it drawn on me.” Ethan took my wrist gently, studying the mark. “But this isn’t just any tattoo,” he said, his voice hushed. “This is an Alpha’s mark.”