Novel & Cerita Blackbook Tattoos

"I need to order one hundred custom seals. Engraved with 'Blackmoon Pack's Slut.'" "And I'll need your special enchanted ink. The kind that carries the permanent stench of shame and exile. And I need it immediately."

And a man in gloves holding a tattoo needle. Jacob spun. “What the hell is this?” Leo stepped in behind him, the door clicking shut. “Every man in my inner circle is marked. You’re married to me now. You don’t get to walk around with a clean canvas.” “You’re branding me?” Leo’s voice dropped. “I’m claiming you.” Jacob took a shaky step back. “That’s psychotic.” “No,” Leo said calmly. “It’s permanent.” The tattoo was small. Simple. A black line through the Greek letter Omega, right below his collarbone, just far enough to hide under a shirt, just close enough to remind him he belonged to a killer.

It is rarely tattooed onto the arm. She pinched the strap of her backpack and squinted her dark and translucent eyes. The whole person's momentum instantly became cold. She could almost tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary tattoo, but a sign of an organization. Black Angel. She did not know when there was such a mysterious force in the world, and she could estimate that the organization was absolutely not ordinary, just that the miniature robot explosive pack had so easy access to the heavily protected base. The most important thing is, Qingshi, this small place, how can this kind of power appear?

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.”

“As far as I know, the only tattoos I have on my body are the one from the EBEE, which can only be seen under blacklight, and the one from the werepanther clan.” Louis got up and walked to a closet at the back of the room. “Under black light? Think I want to see it unless it’s somewhere only Frank should see?” “Nah it’s fine.” “Do you also have one like that, from the CMMA?” said Frank to Sebastian.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

PENNY POV Christopher Black, maybe the name sounds familiar. The black-haired man's eyes shine in recognition and something more, as if recognized the surname of the wolves. It's no secret that he's involved with the organized crime; the men behind us and the demeanor of the brothers can confirm it, but he doesn't mention it. Yes, he has had some work done with my brother. Well, the three of us wanted to make something new, and my girl also wanted to get a tattoo.

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.

They feel threatened enough to hire assassins and put millions of dollars on our heads, which has been ultimately fruitless. Until now. “That tattoo on the back of your neck is a dead giveaway to your true identity, rogue.” She kept her voice low but the venom in her words cannot be mistaken. My body stiffened. She was right. All elite warriors of the Black Moon Pack are given the same tattoo mark, but we were given freedom to choose where it’s going to be. I had it tattooed on the back of my neck, while Pixie had hers above her left breast. “Talk.” She growled, pressing the tip directly onto my forehead, making my wolf perk up in full alert.

I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement. I looked at Princess Lyra, she was shaking as well, and her face looked displeased. I looked at her wrist and saw a faint line there. I gasped, it was the same line that had appeared on my wrist last night. I hated it because I knew what that meant. " Go ahead" he stretched out a knife and handed it to me. I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl.