Black Panther Party Tattoo Novels & Stories

His eyes drifted from the tattoo on her shoulder to the one on her back, and he traced the lines gently, following every detail of the black feline. “Are you going to tell me the story behind these tattoos, especially this one?” he asked. The crawling black panther was stretched on almost half her back, its long, lithe body climbing across her skin. He could see it was surrounded by thousands of almost invisible bloody roses. She smirked, glancing over her shoulder. “You’re so fascinated with my panther…” Magnus smiled and nodded. “I’m fascinated by you, kitten. No, seriously, as much as I like the phoenix on your shoulder, it’s this one that I find so captivating.”

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.

Eventually my brother also got dragged into the conversation and blamed for the tattoo just as he had been blamed for the first one. Speaking of my beautiful little brother I glanced down the other end of the bar where Mark was talking to Mitch and a couple of his biker buddies and stared at his right arm where the other half of my money had gone. Like mine Mark's tattoo covered his arm from shoulder to elbow and was an evil version of the great god Pan. This wasn't the silly looking Greek Pan, this was the original Celtic version complete with horns, hooves, red glaring eyes and a long horn that called to all the lost souls. Between the size, the colors and of course Mark's extremely well m

Some of these marks were still vivid, suggesting Neil might have been captured by Peter Black just a few days ago. "What about the tattoos on your hands and feet?" "Mr. Black himself did them, it was very painful." "He did them personally?" "Yeah, when I was stuck at Black's place, I was scared. He said it would help distract me from my fear, but it turned out to be using pain as a distraction." It was premeditated; Peter Black had targeted Neil from the start, ostensibly helping him distract his mind with tattoos while actually covering up his bondage fetish. But why was he so confident Neil wouldn't speak out about the abuse? Did he have some leverage over Neil?

She is part of the organization, that's why she bears the wolf brand, a mark belonging to us, on her hand and neck. Only those closest to us wear the wolf symbol on their neck, signifying their loyalty. Not to mention the tattoo on her chest, the Ace of Hearts, which is our brand - the Black brothers' mark. She is our missing Ace, forever ours. But one of the girls was outraged. "What kind of absurd joke is this? You can't talk to us like that! Who do you think you are?" Penny introduced herself, her last name is Black, leaving the girls pale.

"...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off." "I can't. I can not let the likes of you see me naked, so turn around first." "Oh you little sinner, I have seen parts of you that not even you have seen before now, take it off." the evil angel said again gritting from his fangs. Sonny took off her shirt and was left in her black sports bra. Now the lines that covered her skin were fully visibly and glorious to look at. Anyone who knew not that this were natural to her would think they were the coolest tattoos ever. The way they were design around her torso, stretching from that trian

he inquired angrily, his dark brown eyes shifting to a vibrant ice blue. “Price of the job.” I shrugged as he towered over me his broad muscled frame reminded me of a bear, he intimidated me, but I refused to show it, he was bald with raven tattoos covered his neck and head, and small fangs which lengthened when he was in a Berserker rage poked out of his mouth slightly. He wore his usual attire black leather pants, and a bear fur was draped over his shoulders its head rested on top of his bad one, he had a tattoo of a bear had that covered this one of his pecks and a series of lines and symbols travelled from the bears head to his shoulder and down his arm. “I told you to be careful.” He wh

He said finally, not looking at me. "Really? Where is he? I want to say hello." I start to turn, but he grabs me by the shoulder to stop me. "He already left. He just had a few things to tell me." I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue. He sighs, finally looking at me. Why does he look so guilty? I can practically feel it rolling off of him. He's about to lie to us... "I had asked him if he knew any panthers, and he said yes. I asked him if he could talk to some of them, get some info on your kind. He told me that there's a whole pack of panthers, not too far from here." I feel my heart drop at this. There's... a whole... pack of panthers?

“This is completely new territory for me.” My eyes betray me. They drag over his bare chest, his abs, the way his pants sit low on his hips. And I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of his tattoos — ink and meaning and temptation. A yin-yang with hearts instead of dots and the number thirteen at its center, about the size of a big coin, is on his left side underneath his arm. Curling above it is the Peter Pan lettering — Sniff pixie dust and soar — in a cursive font. And on his bicep — the Reaper logo stamped on like a warning label.