Berserker Rune Tattoo Novels & Stories

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

He stood tense, his dark eyes burned with something close to fury, his jaw clenched so tightly I swore I heard his teeth grind. “He’s made a pact,” Khalid said, his voice tight, barely contained. “His tattoos are enchanted. They make him immune to telepathic interrogation. And while he feels the pain, he’s holding out. Whoever gave him those sigils knew exactly what they were doing.” My gaze scanned Benton’s body, lingering on the dark, intricate tattoos that stretched across his arms and chest. Runes were woven into his flesh like armor, glowing faintly under the dim light. A witch? A demon? The fucker had sold himself for an advantage.

Russell stroked his silver beard, his obsidian eyes in contemplation as the ritual tattoos on his mahogany skin pulsed a soft blue. “Maybe there might be a way for this to work out,” he suggested, voice gravelly as if wise by age and cutting into the silence like an elder proclamation. “Go with her, Rune. Make the mate bond, grow what fate wants. I will take care of the pack while you are gone. I will lead them until you return whole and healed.” My veins throbbed with the remnants of power from my ritual, like splintered ice and humming blood rushing through them.

He has a full sleeve bear tattoo inked on his right shoulder that continues till his right hand and connects to it climbing a tree to chest inked on his right shoulder. I wander why he chose a bear. The rest of his chest is covered in a red dragon blowing fire, it has complicated black outlines. It's gorgeous. I take a stand and inch closer to Roman. My fingers trace the patterns and swirls of the dragon. It's a much different style as compared to the others and unique. I wonder why he got it? I meet his gaze. "It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with expe

Before I did something reckless, I stood and went to the shower. When I came out wearing just shorts, I noticed her gaze drift to the tattoo on my chest—a rune, etched beside my heart. It was a rune of eternal memory, used to safeguard a special memory. Its intricate, delicate design formed a circular pattern symbolizing continuity and eternity, its lines glowing faintly like candlelight. In the center, small symbols surrounded a tiny face, representing the connection and permanence of the memory. The rune creates a magical shield, protecting the memory from being forgotten or corrupted by time or external events. Her gaze took me back to the day I had that rune tattooed. But I returned to t

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

Gazing down at Tess I ran my fingers through her fur and used my thumb to wipe away the dampness underneath her eyes. “You will tell me what he did,” I asserted and she closed her eyes and turned away from my stern eyes. I noticed that parts of her normal pale skin were starting to show and removed my shirt for her to wear. As Tess dressed Gideon said, “Impressive rune tattoo. It means energy.” I side-eyed him and explained that Lucifer put it on me to collect the life forces I took from humans and he grinned slightly. “Unique way to form a bond,” he commented, and I shrugged.

“It wouldn’t fix the wolfsbane.” “But it means she would heal, right?” He nods. Ryker pulls up his sleeve, exposing a tattoo of a hawk that wraps around his forearm. “Do it.” He says. “Take as much as you need.” “You don’t need to…” I begin but he silences me with a look.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

It was a little tattoo. The tattoo glittered, but only for a few moments, and then disappeared. When the fog and the tattoo vanished, Mr. Knudlac said: "Revelare!" A tattoo appeared on Johnny's arm depicting a miniature badger, standing on rear limbs, prepared to repel even the attack of a lion. This was the symbol of Johnny's Imperium magic. In addition, the new tattoo appeared too. It represented a sea monster, a Kraken that with two tentacles controlled rough stormy waves, with the others he controlled the calm sea, and with the other tentacles he controlled snow and ice.