Berserker Rune Tattoo Novels & Stories

Danica replied, Rune turned and walked towards them, she folded her hands, Danica turned her back to Rune who snapped and the it unzipped itself, under the scary looking tattoo, there was it, the complex tattoo of a Kastor, it can’t be faked, Rune snapped again and the zipper closed up. “So if I betray Alpha Kaiden, I will have the scroll?” Danica nodded “I swear by the oath.” “Hmmm.” Rune hummed as she stretched out her hand, Danica’s joy knew no bound as she also stretched her hand to take Rune’s in an handshake, a gesture to seal their deal.

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.

Sinfully hot. I watched as the thick, corded muscle of his chest rippled with his movement. His smooth skin was mapped out with a scary tattoo in dark, intricate ink. I saw the head of a raven on his chest, its wings stretching toward his collarbone, and the runes that trailed down his ribs. He looked like the warrior he was, someone built for violence and chaos. I lay back on the bed, my breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches, watching him with a mixture of terror and a hunger that felt like a physical ache in my chest.

he inquired angrily, his dark brown eyes shifting to a vibrant ice blue. “Price of the job.” I shrugged as he towered over me his broad muscled frame reminded me of a bear, he intimidated me, but I refused to show it, he was bald with raven tattoos covered his neck and head, and small fangs which lengthened when he was in a Berserker rage poked out of his mouth slightly. He wore his usual attire black leather pants, and a bear fur was draped over his shoulders its head rested on top of his bad one, he had a tattoo of a bear had that covered this one of his pecks and a series of lines and symbols travelled from the bears head to his shoulder and down his arm. “I told you to be careful.” He wh

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.

Julian (eyes distant): “You do now. That’s why we train. Not for power. For them.” Celeste (sketching with finger): Rune glowed, sank into skin—warm like Elowene’s hand. HUD: Rune Learned: Vital Surge (Wrist Tattoo) Cooldown: 23h 59m Seras (leaning over): “Can I get one? For my little brother. He’s sick.” Julian (nodding): “After school. I’ll teach you.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.

“And she didn’t even know it. You can’t see her runes, can you?” “What runes?” “How can’t you see them? You’re one of them. They’re on her back.” “Well, I haven’t seen her shirtless.” “Oh, right.” “What are those runes, anyway?” “They look like fire, but now that I know what she is, maybe it’s an angel thing. Ren doesn’t have runes like she has on her back, but he has something on his arm..” I showed her the rune on my wrist. “I got it when I touched the sword.”

But one rune she had learnt to draw by heart. Her gaze darted to Yvonne’s wiggling fingers and the first sparks of magic and then flickered to Dorian preparing to pounce, his wolf coming to the surface. ‘No…I can’t let her harm him,’ she thought and raised her hand. With her forefinger, she drew the Algiz (ᛉ) rune, the rune for protection and connection to the divine. Yvonne’s hands faltered, the magic flickering slightly as Serena pushed the glowing rune slightly when it was completely, waiting with bated breath to show it’s magic and just when Yvonne’s mouth opened, no doubt to spew a snark, the light from the rune fluttered and swirled around Serena and Dorian.