Blackbook Tattoos Novels & Stories

I feel the tears coming back. “It’s okay. We’ll find out what they know and if it’s true or not.” Theo hugs me tight and then lets go. “Tie up these men and take them to a holding cell. We need to find out what they know and who they are.” “Alpha, come look at this.” One of the warriors say. There is a black circle tattooed on both of their forearms. “What does that mean?” I ask. “Shadow Pack.” Theo says. I’ve never heard of this pack before.

Older than anything I’d ever seen. The cover was wrapped in dark, cracked leather, etched with a strange symbol I didn’t recognize. A gold circle was embedded into the spine, and within it, a single quill rested delicate and ivory, as if plucked from something divine. Curiosity tugged at me. I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the surface, the book pulsed. A gentle hum, like a heartbeat, thrummed through my palm.

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

- he said, looking at his body in surprise and a little indignantly. Beneath that gorgeous abs were muscular, strong thighs, and in the back, firm and firm... erm... well... just like a nut! And above this very bottom part of the nut was ... Tattoo! All the way back!!! She went from the very bottom of the back to the cervical vertebrae, slightly touching the shoulders. The tattoo, which was most surprising, was black and red and depicted some symbols, the meaning of which he did not know. There was also an inscription in a language that no one but the initiates knows. Alrian.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

“Wait. Why do you ask?” “It’s nothing,” Gabriel dismissed. “Never mind what I said—” “Ah! I think I know,” Charles snapped. “I saw it. I remember seeing it as a brand logo. A tattoo, I guess.” “A tattoo?” I repeated. “Yes.” Charles looked at me. “Is this some kind of black monkey in a pentagram star? I’m not sure.” “Yes, that’s it. Where have you seen it?” Gabriel questioned, but it sounded as if it was like a test, and he was the teacher, while Charles was the student.

“There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for body-surfing, body-boarding, diving, and tide-pooling.” “A thrill-seeker, huh?” He grinned. “That I am.” I pointed to his tattoo, solid black, with curves that ended in points and interlocked in complex patterns and abstract designs. “Tell me more about that. I noticed it the first day at work, but I was too embarrassed to ask.” He lifted his short sleeve. “Oh. Well, this is the symbol of strength, power, and bravery.”

Thirty minutes slipped by and Alpha Baron who was sitting on my left, commented. "Looks like he's running late" he said, but no one said anything. Just then, we heard the sound of footsteps. Everyone looked up and the tension doubled. Killian Black had just arrived with his Beta and Gamma. They all had a circular tattoo on the side of their necks which was half covered by the collar of their shirts. There was nothing abnormal about Killian. His aura radiated no darkness of any sort. He was just as tall and muscular as I was. Dark brown hair in a quiff, brown eyes and a moustache. He had a smile on his face. For reasons unknown to me, that smile of his, made my skin crawl. A tall blonde walke

“The blue line. It turned black. What does black mean?” Rian stopped walking. His grip on me tightened. “Blue is the acceleration,” he whispered. “Blue is the artificial attempt to bind.” “And black?” He looked at me. His expression was unreadable. “Black is permanent,” he said. “Black is the biological acceptance of the foreign soul. It means your essence has fused to the pack lineage. It cannot be undone.” “So I am the Anchor forever?” “No,” Rian said, his voice dropping to a rough growl. “An Anchor is a role. A job. This mark… this is different.”