Berserker Rune Tattoo Novels & Stories

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

"Only someone who has held a rune pen for years develops calluses like that. And your scent... it's unique. It carries the mark of an ancient bloodline." I was caught. "I... I'm not anymore." "Why not?" I looked down. "My gift is gone. I can't draw them anymore." Ryker was silent for a moment. Then he walked to an old wooden cabinet and took out a yellowed piece of parchment. "Do you recognize this rune?" I glanced at it, and my heart hammered in my chest. It was my pack's sigil. A complex spiral pattern with the ancient symbol for soul-healing at its center.

But now, all I saw was rot. I touched the cold edge of it. “Burn it out,” I told Damon, who had followed in silence. “I want it gone.” He nodded. As the warriors set to work behind me, something beneath the scorched mark caught my eye, a faint symbol, almost erased by time and fire. A rune. Older than the others. I crouched down, brushing soot away with my thumb. The shape is curved and twisted, unfamiliar… yet wrong. A binding mark. Not meant for strategy or war.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

I swallowed hard, slowly raised my head to check who had just spoken, Rune He sat next to Onyx. He was lean, with shoulders slightly slumped in an easy posture.. His face was angular, but his features were fine, giving him a sort of youthful look. His hair was silver, he slicked it all to the back. The unique thing about him was his eyes. They weren’t a single color. The left was molten gold while the right was deep sapphire blue. My line of sight moved down, to his naked arms. There was a tattoo covering most of the flesh. It was hard to make out the art. If it were â thing, an animal, â plant?

Hunter still held the contract and flaunted it in front of Daran. "I… chose Daran Carver as my lord!" Everyone froze. Hunter looked at me intently. I'm not going to come to you, Hunter. The contract in Hunter's hand burned by itself as a sign that the contract could not be canceled. The fire from the contract felt like it was burning the skin on my arm. When I looked, on my right hand appeared a rune (magic spell) like a blazing flame. The fire went out, leaving an intricate black tattoo of a hexagonal seal on my skin.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Wait, why does he look like a real berserker? Jeje flies through the sky by boosted by the fire igniting on his back like a real Gundam. He flies tearing the wing with his piercing hand and flies back tearing it again. He keeps doing that that Ahol wings are full of holes. Buriko beats the Tasmanian Devil with his ax in rampaging mode. Why does he really resemble Heracles?!

I’ll never be able to drink tequila again without thinking of him, that’s for sure. I see Erik still watching me. I hand him his shirts. “Five black belts? That’s incredible. All this time you never mentioned it.” “That was a long time ago, I’m not that person anymore.” I can’t help but ogle him and he catches me checking out his Nordic styled tattoos. There’s a chariot on each pec, one pulling the sun, one pulling the moon, each being chased by a wolf. “This is Sköll,” he points to one of the wolves, “and this one Hati. They chase the sun and moon.”

Then he gestured his hand towards our back. "I'm Thunder." Then she leaned on the wall. "I'm Boston." I took a glance at the guy who talked to Rhyme earlier. A tattooed man. He shifted his position, then he pointed his shoulder. He shoved his black shirt to show me his BRIT tattoo, the fifth that I saw in his skin based on my quick count as I scanned his arms. I was stunned after realizing that Rhyme also had that on his wrist. But the guy named Boston had it in his right arm and it was bigger. I nodded to myself.