Novel & Cerita Black Panther Party Tattoo

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

"Y-You actually possess such immense power!" Andrew's lips curled into a mocking smirk as the shredded remains of his shirt fell away, revealing his muscular physique. A dark, menacing tattoo of a black dragon with red eyes coiled across his chest, its design vivid and lifelike. "The Blood-Eyed Black Dragon tattoo… That's impossible!" Herman coughed up blood, but he barely seemed to notice. His finger shook as he pointed at Andrew's chest, his entire body trembling with fear and awe. "Forgive me… I was blind to your true status. I didn't recognize you as a member of the royal lineage!" Herman stammered.

My eyes widened when I saw the wolf head tattoo on his chest, and the several marks like claws and scars on his chest. Seeing my eyes glued on his chest, the man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?" "Yeah. Are you a warrior? Doesn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing that it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We were only having a night together, and I did not need to ask him who the fụck he was. "Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I am from the Dark Mountain Pack," he said, and I saw his eyes glow, and I didn't know if I was hallucinating at that moment.

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.

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

Dustin sneered. “Certainly not. If you tell me, I can leave one person alive, but if you don’t, I’m going to annihilate your entire family.” Brennan’s face turned grim, but in the end, he could only sigh. Then, he whispered, “I can tell you that the person who gave the orders that day was someone with a red spider lily tattoo on the back of his hand.” Dustin’s face froze. Some organizations used tattoos to mark their members. That was a very common thing.

I resisted the urge to fan myself as my body temperature shot up. Other than bulky muscles, black ink marked his back with various tattoos. My brain had melted the moment I saw his hot, muscular body, so before I could think about it, I took a step in his direction and then a few more until I had a clear view of his tattoos. At a little distance down the neck, there was a tattoo that portrayed eight phases of the moon in a horizontal alignment. On the right side of his back, the anatomy of a wolf heart was tattooed with blood dripping down in drops. A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart.

Standing on the wolf's side is a large black panther; on the other is an enormous white tiger. “Let me introduce you, gentlemen, to Bliz, Nightshade, and Onyx. They are the ones you have to get past to life.” Byanca growls. “They love a good chase and they haven’t had fun in a while now.” Breayna sighs.