Berserker Rune Tattoo Novels & Stories

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

Last time I saw Fenrir, they were royal purple, like molten amethyst under the moonlight. Kassian’s wolf, Fenrir, is a stark contrast to Rowan’s Rune. Fenrir is larger, faster, stronger—an overwhelming force of raw power and ferocity that Rune, with his quieter, more agile presence, could never match. Yet, it isn’t just size or strength that sets them apart. It’s their eyes—those unmistakable marks of their deviance. Fenrir’s were a regal, commanding royal purple, while Rune’s shimmered a softer, almost ethereal lilac. Together, the Draven brothers were known for this rare and legendary trait. No shifter alive could mistake them—their wolves’ eyes were their signature.

he snickered. The fearless rune just like every other rune on my body, is a supernatural symbol drawn on my skin. Each rune has it's function. The fearless rune, just as the name implies, makes it impossible for me to fear anything. Due to my position as a guardian, it is necessary to have these runes. There were creatures that preyed on people's fears. Defeating these creatures would mean that we were fearless, hence the need for the fearless rune. I stood up and took off my shirt. Lucian stood behind me, his finger brushing the fearless rune on my back, just below my shoulders.

“When the prophecy of Ragnarok was released, many gods hounded Asgard to deliver you to them. It didn’t matter that Asgard was the ruler of the 1st Heaven. That status meant little when Ra and other powerful gods of the same level as Odin demanded for your head. Even Zeus came after you. Well, it isn’t that surprising when one considers his selfish background. In order to protect you, the Allfather drew a powerful rune upon your back.” “The Rune of Impotence.” “I know my story better than you do, Ananse,” Loki gritted his teeth, expressing emotions of rage for the first time. He who was usually calm and shadowy with his feelings, was suddenly itching with the urge to slap the beautiful woman

Beads of sweat were rolling down his perfectly sculpted chest and disappearing underneath the towel. My eyes narrowed at the Valknut tattoo on his chest since I knew it had something to do with the Norse God Odin. It confused me because I wondered if it meant he was a warrior. “Why does he have that? Was he a warrior before becoming a king?” I questioned my wolf but she was interrupted by Malrik saying my name. “Aria?” I raised my eyes to see his blue ones shining at me. “Hello your highness,” I mumbled softly with a smirk.

Even with his back turned, Raeya could feel the authority emitted by her brother. The chief was wearing a cape trimmed with dark gray wolf fur. He also wore wristbands made of black iron etched with old runes. Raeya knew he was shirtless, as was the custom of the Rigiddin, to be bare and raw yet strong. He looked back to her for a moment. A single strip of tattoo ran from his right eye down to his foot. “Heal her.” That was when she realized he wasn’t looking back at her.

And it looked wilder, it’s eyes more bloodshot and it’s movements animal-like. “I see, a berserker and a support mage. Good combination” I look at the support mage, thinking of how to get to him first. A sudden blow to my side, sending me flying into a nearby hill reminds me of the berserker demon. “Ow, that hurt” My fortification was broken immediately, I couldn’t even react this time. “How much longer until this damn thing starts working?” I touch my the back of my neck again, this time feeling a faint magical energy. “Fuck this, I’m jump-starting it.” I close my eyes and start chanting “othala ehwaz perthro naudiz”

“It is kind of shameful that the hunters are now relying on witches. Even much disappointing that witches now do their bidding.” “Nani?” Tora had never that tiny bit of detail from the words of the night. Hunters hated every supernatural in their testament. Witches were no exception. So the fact that this dead one was inflicted with runes had her wondering. Hating herself for letting curiosity get the better of her, Tora begrudgingly walked over to the body whilst covering her little one’s sight with her free hand. Chase was right. The dead hunter was riddled with runes. They were about ten. It made her wonder if this one was even a hunter, to begin with. But the golden wreath insignia of th

Hatch, who came every Tuesday with three garbage bags of laundry and always fell asleep in the plastic chair had one eye open. "Fine," Sera said. "Muscle cramp." He closed his eye again. She waited until his breathing went slow and even. Then she pulled the collar of her long-sleeve shirt aside and looked. The mark was already there. Fully formed, like it had always been under her skin and the burning had just been it waking up. A rune … angular at the edges but curved at the center, like all the others. It sat directly below her collarbone and glowed faintly silver in the bad fluorescent light.

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.