Black Onyx Tattoo Novels & Stories

This is my first ever time meeting her, and I don’t want to make a bad impression. “Welcome to my empire.” I don’t smile, only weak people show emotions, something I learned while leading all alone. I am feared among the people, they look up to me, and believe me. I did not get to where I am today by smiling like an idiot. Orion Black clears his throat, stretching out his hand for a handshake, the spiral of tattoos peeking out from his sleeve. Every dragon lineage has the tattoo, even my ten year old son, Hendrix has them.

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

Perhaps he has already figured out a solution and is planning on sharing it with me later on. Our conversation was interrupted by Eon's entrance. As captivating as ever, my gaze instantly draws to the vivid tattoo adorning his neck. It's a fierce wolf, one you see on many Alphas. However, what set this one apart was that it's a masculine Lycan wolf standing on its hind legs and rendered in stunning detail by the artist.

I go over and wrap myself around him still naked hoping the sparks will soothe him some. “Jake listen to me Midnight said Onyx is changing now that your an Alpha you have to let it happen relax let him come out. I’m right here babe. It’s ok.” That seams to help I start to feel fur sprout from his skin and his bones snapping and rearranging. Once I don’t hear anything else I let go of his neck and look at him. Everyone one gasp behind me but I’m just smiling with Pride. He is pure black like me but I look at his shoulder and just like Midnight and I he has the Goddess mark. Sam finally speaks up behind me.

he said, scooting forward on the cushion. Trey had a new tattoo, a black Chinese dragon a bit smaller than Zane’s hand running up the left half of his abdomen. This was no press on. The skin around the design was pink from healing. The dragon’s tail curled around the hefty base of Trey’s erection, the final pointy tip extending onto his penile skin on the underside. Zane’s breath hissed in at the thought of artist’s needle shooting ink into him there. Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother.

I guess he was in the weightlifting room. My eyes rest on his torso; it’s all covered in scars, most of them still look fresh. A big tattoo representing a tiger is occupying the space on the side of his abs. I feel my chest tightening as I look at his body. He may be quiet and reserved but it speaks on his stead. I can see how much he is hurting and how much he must have suffered in the past.

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

Hoping he’d say he thought of her first. “I did,” Orion replied. “But then I remembered they went to Becca’s grandmother’s today. So they aren’t in.” The hope deflated quietly. He lifted a hand and ruffled his damp hair, droplets falling to the floor. Vera watched the motion, stunned by how something so simple could look so dangerously attractive. She had never pictured Orion as a man with tattoos—but there they were. A black band wrapped around one forearm. A bird inked along the other, stretching upward, partially hidden by his sleeve. That same arm bore other markings—needles, knives, a skull, symbols she couldn’t fully make out.

When her eyes began to look right at the side of her neck where previously on there were two small dots of marks given by Arther there, right now it had turned into a blackish red tattoo on there right now. Kylie drew herself to get more closer to the mirror to be able to see more clearly about how the shape of the tattoo that is right now on her neck right now. A crescent moon tattoo that is blackish red. It looks so much pretty on Kylie's neck about. And suddenly Kylie smiled broadly when she saw the tattoo right on her neck right now. Kylie started to raise her right hand there and started to touch the tattoo in a slow motion. And somehow there was a warm feeling from the tattoo when Kyli