Blackbook Tattoos Novels & Stories

A black wolf head with dark ink. I stared at it, frozen. Adrian didn’t have tattoos. He hated them. He used to complain about temporary tattoos on kids. “Oh,” I whispered. Brian raised an eyebrow. “Now do you believe me?” “I… maybe.” I stepped closer, still staring at the tattoo. “It’s real?” “Yes.” I lifted my hand like I wanted to touch it, then stopped and dropped it fast. “So you’re really… Brian.” “Yes.” “And you really work here?”

“You want to know how I know things I shouldn’t?” I slid closer, until there was no room left between me and Leon but heat. “Your uncle has a tattoo,” I announced, fingers grazing Leon’s collar. “Black flame. Mid-back. Just below the spine.” Leon inhaled sharply. Barely audible—but I caught it. “How do you know I have a tattoo?”

He doesn’t respond but swiftly makes a beeline to his office, and I follow him like a lost pup, with no clue what the tattoo means or why it’s such a big deal. When I get to the study, he’s already in front of his computer, typing away with determination. “Shit, this can’t be,” he mutters in disbelief. “What? What can’t be? What’s wrong, Jack? Is the tattoo an issue?” I rush to stand behind him. “This tattoo... it’s popular in Blue Water Pack.” “What? Do you mean Blue Waters Pack?” “The rose on the snake it’s from Blue Waters. The majority of people with this specific tattoo are their spies.”

You'd be nothing but a tomfool if you underestimate him because he has all of the most hidden information about the underworld in his cryptic brain. Don't judge a book by its cover, right? "Then you tell me." I raise my eyebrow and take a sip from my drink. "The tattoo is a sign of the Bratva and it indicates their loyalty to the mafia family. When they assign as a member of the mafia, they cosign their life to the Devil and get the tattoo. Only exclusive members, who have seen him, get the tattoo on the neck. But the others get it on their wrist." He murmurs and keeps serving the drinks to the people.

He suddenly stopped and turned around to grab the sponge. I was stunned to see a black tattoo at his bare back. A tattooed name - Stela... What on earth is this?? When did he get such a tattoo???

Just what I need! I would have immediately assumed that he had followed me here to confront me, had he not had company. Shady- looking, crepy as hell company. Mr Blackwood was slanting into the counter by the bar, a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked ragged, like a white- collar psychopath in those work slacks and untucked shirt which was almost unbuttoned all the way. He looked really pissed and to be in a murderous mood, but he had nothing on the villainous hunk next to him. The man was large, his bulging muscles were out of this world frightening, both his arms were covered in tattoos, so was the back of his bald head.. the most notable tattoo was one of a black widow which extended f

Stone instructed Jacob. Jacob rolled up his shirt sleeve and revealed a tattoo of a roaring black bear on the inside of his arm, with the word "Black" beneath it. "You want me to get a tattoo like that?" May asked with widening eyes. "Yes," Stone replied. "Everyone who sees it will know that you belong to me and are protected by me. To harm someone with this bear tattoo means they're not respecting me. Not many people dare to do that in this town. This tattoo will protect you, May."

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.

She could never have imagined that the brushes in front of her had been intended for guests. When the fog faded from the mirror, she opened her eyes and swore at her reflection. She could see the red and purple marks of the hickeys he had given her on her chest and neck. Then she put a trembling hand at the base of her neck. A kind of black tattoo had taken shape there. Three parts stood out. At the top stands the head of a black wolf baring its fangs. Then, behind the head of the animal, a crescent moon was drawn. And finally, just under the wolf's mouth, two elegantly intertwined letters: M.B.

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.