Black Onyx Tattoo Novels & Stories

The locker room was empty now and I threw my bag across the room angrily then went straight to the showers and stripped out of my practice clothes before stepping under the cold water. After a few minutes I stepped out and faced the mirror. My gaze dropped to my chest. The tattoo stared back at me. A wolf paw over my heart and letters beneath it. N.B. Noah Blackthorn. I had gotten it a few years after he died. A way to carry him with me. Now it felt like something else entirely. A mark. A brand. Proof of exactly what I was. The monster who destroyed Aria’s life. ** please follow me on i,n,s,t,a,,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

I lean down to kiss the budding rose where my mark on her skin begins. “I haven’t seen it. Yours is so big.” She fingers the inky black pattern that encircles my bicep and winds like a vine, down to my wrist. I felt it spreading down my back and over my chest as it formed and was relieved Luca had left so much space when he did my tattoo. “It’s not black.” She looks taken aback as she glances down at herself. “Why is it like that? Did something go wrong?”

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

H). We have this tattoo somewhere on our body. Ransom’s tattoo hides in the body of another tattoo. The image depicts Anubis sitting on his throne with Callisto, a Greek Goddess, standing next to him. Callisto wears a silver bear headdress and holds the moon in front of her stomach. At the feet of the gods, a black wolf with green eyes faces a menacing black hellhound with gray eyes and Anubis-like ears. It’s easily one of my favorites on his body. Arson’s knees rest above my head as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips, seeking entrance. I open and feel the cool metal against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I envelop it in warm, wet heat. He moans my name in reverence.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

And then I noticed a snake tattoo, elegantly etched onto his body. He got tattoos? Lucian isn’t a fan of tattoos. The black snake tattoo on his shoulder was truly a work of art. The texture of the snake's skin seemed to leap off his shoulder, giving it a lifelike appearance. The snake's eyes were particularly captivating, as they were jet black and seemed to stare right into your soul. Its gaze was intense and piercing, adding to the overall power and presence of the tattoo. Moving down his arm, another striking tattoo caught my eye. A beautiful rose adorned his skin, with delicate petals and intricate shading. The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lif

“Hurry up human. You had your time with our mate, now it’s my time.” “Ok Onyx, but remember, we have to get back, so no funny business.” “Whatever.” Onyx says and pushes his way to the front. He is such an impatient wolf. “I heard what you were thinking human” I quickly shift, and Onyx walks up to Tamaska in all his midnight black glory. Onyx is taller than Tamaska, but only by a little. They are a perfect match. Onyx looks like the night sky and Tamaska looks like the moon itself shining in the night sky.

His face contorted with rage as he mumbled, "This isn't over! Dylan and Andrew, I'll make sure you both pay for this!" The next morning dawned bright and clear. Andrew was practicing martial arts in a courtyard atop Moonlit Sanctuary, with his upper body bare. His tall, lean frame displayed perfectly proportioned muscles across his chest, arms, and abdomen. An intricately detailed black dragon head tattoo sprawled across his chest, fierce and majestic. Unlike typical tattoos, this one was a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes. Any expert would have been shocked to see it, as this particular design represented one of the most powerful families in Holtriens.

there was a sound of snapping fingers before I was pulled up to stand and made to kneel in a certain place. The bag was pulled off my head and my hair was pulled back, forcing me to look up at an Adonis reincarnation. He had midnight black hair that was short on the sides but long in the middle, some of it falling in his onyx eyes. Full pink lips, chiseled jaw that had a five o'clock shadow and deep tanned skin. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt that had the first three buttons undone underneath, allowing some tattoos to peek through. His hands were covered in silver rings, some had black gems on them. There were tattoos on the back of his hands. The artistic swirls taunted me,