Blackbook Tattoos Novels & Stories

Chills run down my spine, but I don't turn back because if I did, I would run like fucking hell. From the shadows, a tall man with short spiked black hair dressed in nothing more than a pair of black denim jeans hanging below his waistline and matching leather boots steps out with his back turned towards me. I cannot help but stare at the way the full moon dances against his grey skin. He tilts his nose up to the sky and sniffs the air. When he does, I catch sight of a tattoo trailing from the curve of his shoulder straight down his back. The tattoo seems realistic somehow, how the never-ending vines trail from a black rose and on the tips of the thorns, tiny crimson-red drops of blood trail

He said as the black dragon tattoo crawled up to Zelia's arm, since the black dragon is so huge, he minimize his side so that it won't look weird if someone might accidentally saw Zelia's tattoo. "As I thought you are in my back."Zelia said while Valerian can't believe at what he saw. Black Dragon answered but his self was well-behaved on Zenah's left arm act like a real tattoo. "Yeah, your friend Ysa once saw me." "I didn't call you at that time 'ya know."Zelia said.

The light of the moon was still bright and Ibekwe knew he shouldn't be alone. He moved his hand to the lesion that stood in front of his forehead. He ran his fingers around it and touched it. Although he could not see it, he knew that the scar was still the same and had not changed. He dropped his hand down, trying to remove every doubts that were growing in his mind. Osisiakalaka was right. He had to filter all the teachings he had heard from Peter Stonefield. He thought of what Osisiakalaka had told him when they sat in the shrine for his final ritual. He remembered how Osisiakalaka had pressed his lips and told him that his scar would leave his forehead within the next three days. He had

In the center of her stomach was a tattoo - the symbol that was on the cover of the black book. It looked slightly faded as if she had it for years. With a trembling hand, Dannie reached down and touched the dark lines of the tattoo. She traced it with her fingertips, but nothing happened. There wasn’t even a tingle of magic. What did it mean? Remembering her sister and mother, and hopefully, not half her dad’s enforcers, were on their way, Dannie finished undressing and got into the shower. Kandrea’s shower was amazing and Dannie had spent more time in it than she intended because when Dannie left the bathroom everyone was already there. Everyone thankfully only included Cass, Mom, and Balr

"Now you can put your hands wherever you want." I’m in a hurry to take him up on that offer, but my eyes snag on the black ink where there’s never been a tattoo before. Right cheek, exactly where my hand normally lands when I grab him. Capital letters, blocky and clean, with all the subtlety of a road sign, curving along the natural shape of his ass. PROPERTY OF DAX HOLT. Under the words there's a white wolf with amber eyes, head thrown back and howling. He put my wolf on his ass, and it's never coming off.

"Now." Marvin checked his phone, scrolling through the encrypted channels. "The boys from the Iron Anchor are circulating the printed copies at the harbor," Marvin reported, a vicious smile cutting his face. "Alexei’s dockworkers are mobilizing right now. They just figured out the exact coordinates where Tokyo hid the black money. You think they’re gonna sit tight?" "The union guys are losing their minds," Sophia added. "The anger is spreading. They want blood." The news broadcast blared from the wall monitor, lines of text exposing the entire syndicate to the world.

"We're mates, baby. It means we belong together." Noreen noticed the small tattoo behind Thiery's ear: a black moon in the center of a circle of standing wire. She felt behind her own ear. "That tattoo?" Noreen asked. "My mark? I don't even remember anything about it." Thiery's face darkened, just for a moment. "I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You."

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.

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?

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”