American Werewolf In London Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

"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".

“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.

It's normal for wolves to present late John", Alexandra groaned in annoyance. "Shut-up pup, It is normal", John agreed." But somehow something feels off about this and that thing in your back and arm-" "It's a tattoo", Allen piped up." A pretty one of the moon and star". "Wait what? Let me see". Alexandra had no choice but to lift her hoodie up and display the tattoo like pictorial on her back to Liam. The alpha gasped taking a step back. "I've-", he stuttered." I've seen that before-those lines of star and moon".

He had his name written just above the wolf tattoo on his back closer to his nape. She didn't think Dexter would also have a tattoo at his back just Jayden. Now she thought about it, the wolf on Jayden's back was the color of his wolf and the crescent moon tattoo on his chest. Only that Dexter didn't have a tattoo on his chest. So does that mean that Ryder also had a tattoo at his back too ? She had not see Ryder's wolf before to know the color of his wolf. Was it a wolf thing to tattoo their wolves at their backs ?

Tyr’s mark is on his upper left back, just right where his shoulder blade is. Because of the location of his print, Tyr thought the moon must be teasing him. Aside from having a different mark from everyone, a one of its kind at that, he couldn’t see it unless he stands in front of a mirror and look at it from his reflection. He kept on pressing on it and the skin around his mark would turn white from the pressure of his fingers while his mark remains rosewood red. Other werewolves would have been over the moon bearing that colored print under their skin because it only means to be given to royal werewolves. However, for Tyr, having only a half mark printed on him means he must be cursed.

I drop my head over his shoulder, not answering him at all. My eyes land over the pack engraving he has on his left upper arm. It’s a circle with a howling wolf inside. The strange part which catches my attention about the black tattoo like engraving is the canines of the wolf. Those are some shady canines, I must admit, poking out of the mouth of the wolf, as long as those of vampires. Sighing, I close my eyes and feel his skin against mine for some time. I don’t believe what people say about him. A tiny part of me fears the consequences of this, but I don’t want to let that part win for now.

Father widened his lips for the big fat smile and pressing gently on my shoulders with his hands. “No doubt he is the son of Luther Vincent. He acquires every quality that I have. I am proud of you my son.” He said and I smiled hesitantly cause I knew what had gone wrong and if he knows that he will surely not be spitting the word ‘proud’ for me. “Dad, did you find Paul I mentioned you before? The werewolf who was roaming around the Amber City.” I asked him as I was curious about him. He had seen my face and he was the biggest risk I had to get rid of.

He saw Iris’s eyes narrow, and her expression morphed into confusion. “I am not sure why Dame’s tattoo is up for discussion,” she was confused. She had never thought to ask him the story behind his tattoo. As far as she knew, he had always had it, and they never thought much about it. “Because Mrs. Lark, this is a tattoo of a radical underworld group called the “the blood wolves,” he typed something into his system and turned the screen toward Iris. She studiously gazed at the tattoo, but nothing rang a bell in her head.

The sad look in her eyes had him looking away. "How did you get them?" She asked. "You should be in bed." He changed the subject. "Now I understand why you have this wolf tattoo. It's because you're a werewolf." She slurred dramatically. Her eyes twinkled. He scooped her up in his arms earning a squeal from her. Ava tipped her head back and swung her legs while humming a tune to herself. Aiden gently put her on the bed and covered her with sheets, but she kicked them away.