Blackbook Tattoos Novels & Stories

I’m hardly able to think. "The black one is Gabriel’s wolf, the gray one is Dante, and the third one represents the pack." she looks up at me when I finally squeeze out an answer. She nods and looks at my chest again. I do too, and my dick grows harder as I see her nipples like stiff peaks pressing through her bra and top. I reach up to touch it, but her fingers trace my stomach under my left chest before I can. She starts reading the names that are tattooed on it.

I asked. He nodded. “Yes, baby. I had almost finished.” I smiled. “Can I see?” “Sure.” I leaned off him, adjusting myself on the table. As he went to the sketch board, my gaze followed him. I noticed his tattoos again. The most outstanding was a knife seated in the middle of his back, surrounded by thorns. They were really different from Black’s. So much different. Black didn’t have a single tattoo on him. And maybe that was the rule—for him as an Alpha? To show discipline? Or what?

"I am not sure yet. I just heard some ladies at the club talking about it. However, what if it's just another mob called Black Wolves, you don't even know what the killer looks like?" "I may not have seen his face, but he has a black wolf tattoo. A tattoo of a wolf was clearly drawn on his arm, and the word BLACK was boldly drawn in it, signifying black wolves. I am sure every clan member must have a tattoo like that, just like we all in the Adrenaline mob, who have dragon tattoos".

But I could see their judgement in how their eyes were dancing around him, from head to toe. Black leather jacket, worn soft at the elbows and shoulders, stretched tight across a chest that looked carved from granite. Faded black jeans hugged long legs, heavy motorcycle boots scuffed from real miles, not fashion. Silver rings glinted on nearly every finger, skulls, serpents, a wicked-looking crescent blade. A thin silver chain disappeared beneath the open collar of his black Henley, hinting at more ink hidden underneath. Tattoos crawled up the side of his neck: black ravens with spread wings, thorny vines, the faint outline of a scythe curling behind his ear. His hair was jet-black and

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

The more she moved, the deeper the leather of the belt bit into her skin. "Hold still," I muttered. She sobbed as the machine buzzed to life. The first press of the needle sent a jolt through her body. She screamed, arching against me, but there was nowhere to go. My weight kept her pinned, my free hand pressing into her spine to hold her steady. Tears streamed down her face. "Stop! Please!" But I kept going, dragging the ink into her skin, layering over the delicate tattoo on her spine with my name—Axel Blackwood.

The locker room was empty now and I threw my bag across the room angrily then went straight to the showers and stripped out of my practice clothes before stepping under the cold water. After a few minutes I stepped out and faced the mirror. My gaze dropped to my chest. The tattoo stared back at me. A wolf paw over my heart and letters beneath it. N.B. Noah Blackthorn. I had gotten it a few years after he died. A way to carry him with me. Now it felt like something else entirely. A mark. A brand. Proof of exactly what I was. The monster who destroyed Aria’s life. ** please follow me on i,n,s,t,a,,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

unzipping my jacket to reveal the black v–neck crop top with laces holding the back together that i was wearing underneath and my tattoo. I have a black rose tattoo at the top of my back, and one of a dragon that took up the remaining space on my back, “cool” the boys say while Liz and Dee stare at my back with their mouths open, “here goes nothing” i mutter to my self before turning around so they could see the piercing on my belly button and the tattoo of a bleeding heart with broken wings being suffocated by vines and thorns on my stomach. Dan whistles while draping his hand on Jades shoulder and i see her struggle with a big ass grin, i smile and wink at her and she blushes. Eliza laugh

“Don’t worry, okay? Everything’s going to be alright.” I ask him about the mission, but he says that the Black Tiger is going to explain everything to me. Can you believe it? Everyone knows he doesn’t talk to anyone. I step outside, and see him riding a motorcycle in front of the building. He’s wearing a black silk shirt, opened to the chest, showing his pale skin. His hair is styled messily, with some strands covering his eyes. His gloved hands are on the grips, ready to start the vehicle. He turns his head and looks at me, and his dark stare makes my body shiver.

But below that, both his forearms were covered with tattoos. The one on the right consisted of twisty, thorned vines. But the details on the left side were magnificent. There was an ink-splattered face of a wolf solemnly watching me. He was crafted completely in black except for the eyes which were a golden, yellow-brown. There was just something wise and knowing about his expression. But under that, he melted into a moon-lit forest scene where a hooded figure walked among the trees. “Mayhem?” Brick asked softly as if he could read the temptation on my face.