Berserker Rune Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

My mind races with the questions trapped in my throat, but one pushes through first: — The… rune you drew on your arm… what was it for? The wound on his forearm, carved into a symbol that looks like another language, now appears faint and pink, as if it were days old. — Runes heighten our power. Amplify specific abilities — he explains simply, the word runes hanging in the air. — I chose speed. Before I can respond, Eryon appears at the end of the hall with another man I don’t recognize. Each tosses a limp body over his shoulder as if carrying sacks of cement and starts down the stairs.

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

The runes, dark as obsidian, seemed to shimmer faintly under the dim light. Each symbol was jagged and angular, their edges curling inward like barbed hooks. They flowed seamlessly into one another, forming an endless chain of patterns that spiraled around his arms, coiled across his chest all the way to the soles of his feet. At the center of his broad chest, the runes converged to form the open jaws of a serpent, its fangs poised to strike. They pulsed faintly, as though imbued with a latent, otherworldly energy. His erect 5 inch veined penis bulged as if to taunt her.

Immediately, I jerked my eyes upward. Too late. Those butt cheeks can’t leave my head, not for a very long time. I hated that my face was getting hot. Then I noticed the tattoos. A black raven stretched across his back, its wings half-spread on the back of his shoulders as though caught between flight and stillness. On his right shoulder was a black serpent curled over his left pec, glaring at the raven with so much intensity while the raven looked lonely and, worse, sad. More ink trailed across his back. Script. Symbols. Lines disappearing beneath fabric.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

I swallowed hard, my eyes smoldering with disbelief. He was majestic. And dreadful. His torso was a scene of trauma. Thick cords of muscle caressed his ribs and his stomach; yet, it was the scars that held my attention. Claw marks. Burn scars. Knife wounds. And tattoos that were black tribal ink, swirling over his shoulders and down his arms, declaring him a warrior of the Old Ways. He looked like a god of war carved from obsidian. "Quit staring, Ryker drawled as he kicked off his shoes. On the contrary, this seems somewhat rude."

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.

Every inch and spot of his body was covered with these runes. In addition, there were bizarre totems tattooed on his back. A closer look would reveal that these totems were the most vicious evil spirits one had ever seen. A strange sound escaped from Wikkan’s mouth, “Tsk, tsk, tsk!” In the next second, the black cloth that had been hanging in mid-air suddenly flew towards Ajarn Mung Korn and Raja Bomoh. It was merely a black cloth, but both sorcerers’ expressions changed dramatically. As if they had seen a ghost, they began to continuously retreat backwards.