Alt Tattoos Novels & Stories

The tattoos incorporated yantras (designs based on sacred geometry), the Om symbol, miniature depictions of Hindu deities, and even mantras written in sanskrit. Savitri sat me on a stool, the air thick with sandalwood and something sharp, like lemon. She squeezed a muddy green paste from a cone, tracing swirling patterns on my arms—loops and flowers that looked like they belonged on a temple wall. She called it mehndi, said it was a kind of temporary tattoo made from crushed leaves, used in India for weddings and blessings, but this batch was special, mixed with herbs to keep the Vetala’s spirit out of me. It didn’t hurt like I’d feared—no needles, just a cool, wet tickle as the paste sank i

He did. He introduced me to his organization as his daughter. He trained me personally, how to fight, how to shoot, how to kill. He got into my head. I became a totally different person. He gave me a tattoo that matched his. We were three who had that tattoo on our arms in that organization. I, Pa Alejo and Tyler. Tyler was the son of Pa Alejo's right hand. The tattoo was of an eagle attacking its prey. He said it signified glory and what not.

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.”

“The Alpha isn’t always an elite. So if he were to stack the warriors with elites that he chose, it might muddy the actual strength that was needed to be an elite.” She seemed to get it and didn’t ask anything else. Music turned on and I realized Emmett probably threw my phone on shuffle again. Paul’s pen left my back and he ran his hand over my back. “Alright, you ready?” I nodded and closed my eyes. Tattoos as a wolf were easy. If you could manage the initial pain of being stabbed by tiny needles, a tattoo would heal within a couple hours. We used them a lot as expression but this was a status tattoo. They acknowledged me; acknowledged my strength. That meant the world to me, but now the w

He looked perfect as usual, and his fresh and spicy scent filled the room, asking Blaise's. But what everyone's eyes were on, was of course his shirtless torso. Even Juliette couldn't tear her eyes away. It was the tattoo, the one only true Alphas obtain from birth. Right above his hip, black and terrifying. Juliette couldn't see what it was, but she knew it would be intimating. Whoever he mated, would get a tattoo just like it. She wanted it. It was made by the gods, to signify a true Werewolf, one many can only dream of seeing. A tattoo in myths and legends, and it was being shown right in front of the group.

Kalala: These are the members of the Tsauno Werewolf Clan. 5. Chata: This is the Clan House or Pack House in either case. 6. Tavala: This is the emblem of authority worn by the Alphas of Tsauno. 7. Attuned/Attuned: The general term for all shapeshifters and paranormals who are not humans. 8. Hybrid: This is used to refer anyone who is a mix breed of one Werewolf parent and any other race. 9. Lune Starlight Alpha: This refers to a unique and rare breed of Werewolves with special and multiple powers. They are protected because they are highly sought after by power greedy people.

Adam's tattoo was a design of a one-winged butterfly. "It's a reminder of something important to me," Adam said. "Something that I carry with me every day. A reminder of the struggles that I had to face in my life.” Adam's black eyes shone at her, as Althea felt him draw nearer to her. She didn't move an inch and kept looking at him. Althea's fingers traced the lines of the tattoo, and she felt a strange sense of connection to it, as if she could understand the meaning behind it just by touching it.

Lacey said shaking her head. “You’re so full of shit, a tattoo just doesn’t appear,” Minet said with a scowl. “It is not a tattoo, not in a conventional sense” a voice wafted in from the darkness, Azulthaël appearing shortly after, one of his eyebrows raised, “I have never heard of two appearing at the same time.” “If it isn’t a tattoo, what the f**k is it then?” Minet asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Such a vulgar mouth, do you wish to be hung again?” Azulthaël said, scowling in disgust.

The man was a work of art, Rhett thought with pure lust as Talen’s muscles flexed beneath his skin, making the lines of the tribal-style tattoo that sleeved his arm before covering shoulder and half his chest ripple. On a human, Rhett would have thought the designs nonsensical artistry, done for looks and no other reason, but Rhett had noted that the elaborate solid necklace that Aislen wore locked around her neck and that Tyler wore in leather and silver both held fragments of the pattern. He suspected that to the vampire, to the Concordia, those markings meant something, and considering that the vampire used them on both mate and blood slave, Rhett thought they were Talen’s name. He’d labe

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.