Blackbook Tattoos Novels & Stories

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “It’s possible. The Blackwood gang are identified by their tattoos. I believe the core family members all have dragon tattoos on their neck.” I shivered. The “doctor” who passed me in the hallway must’ve been Damian’s twin, Malcolm. And now Noah told me he had entered her room. She wasn’t safe here. I knew that whether it was Bob or Malcolm, both posed a severe threat to Noah’s safety. I had to put an end to this.

“Not Justin. I don’t know who. He didn’t say his name.” “Description?” “Black suit. Blue eyes. _Memento mori_ tattoo.” I closed my eyes. Saw the blood again. “He said ‘better.’” Rosie went very still. “Describe the tattoo.” “Across his ribs. Script. _Memento mori_. Why?” She didn’t answer. She went to her laptop. Typed. Turned the screen to me. WANTED. DOMINIC BLACKWOOD. 30. Armed and dangerous. Last seen Upper West Side. If seen, do not approach. Contact FBI.

Is he naturally built like this? Sasha steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it's a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It's lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. "Ulyana told me about the tattoos in the Bratva," I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. "What do these all mean?"

he said with a wink. I resisted the urge to melt into a swooning puddle as my mind went completely fangirl on me. He pushed his black hair back from his forehead and downed the lemonade, placing the glass back onto the workbench before he went back to work. From where I stood I could inspect the tattoos which ran down his back; mostly tribal, a pair of wings and a snow covered tree between his shoulder blades.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

I watch as his gaze slides over to Theo and he sees something that has his mouth falling open, a laugh escaping. “What the hell is that?” he asks, pointing to Theo’s bare chest. Theo furrows his brow, looking down at himself. “What?” I follow where Jax is pointing and right away, I see it. The name ‘Brooke’ in thick black ink, tattooed in large, swirly lettering across Theo’s left pec. Over his heart. I snort, shaking my head. “Jesus, man.” “What?!” Theo demands, looking from me to Jax.

So she definitely goes to the gym and doesn’t sit on stupid diets. Devouring the beauty with my eyes, I suddenly notice an unexpected detail. “You have a tattoo?” I nod toward the brunette’s arm, and she immediately runs her other hand over it, as if checking whether the image is still there. On the inside of her forearm there was an image of a black panther, gracefully creeping forward, baring its teeth in a predatory stare. “Oh, yes,” Ann looks at me shyly, smiling. “I have tattoos too. A lot.” “I can see that,” the girl shifts her gaze to my neck and swallows strangely. And more than anything in the world I want her lips to be there on my neck instead of her eyes.

I asked. “Nobody would suspect them. Even a Lycan lord would lower his guard around them,” a Moon Guardian commented. I examined the body again and then I saw it. A tiny black tattoo appeared on the Moon warrior’s chest. My blood ran cold. I knew that symbol. It was a sign that black magic had been used. “But why?” I asked myself as something wasn’t adding up. “The Evil God Organization.” Alpha Kingsley’s voice came from behind me. I looked at him and knew that he had recognized it too.