Bloody Wolf Tattoo Supply Novels & Stories

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

The symbols seemed to have extended. In Arerat, the tattoo was a butterfly in my palm and claw prints under it, down to below my wrist. But right now, it was extended down to the back of my elbow, just below my upper arm. The last pair of claw prints that lay in-between the upper arm and the lower arm began to glow warmly. I could feel a soul connection with it. It's the exact feeling I got when Little Wolfy gave me its blood essence from it's glabella to join the contract of beast and beast tamer. It was as if I just...

Gathering my hair, I tie them up in a high bun and lie on my stomach on the tattoo bed. Sitting on the chair, Madeline starts preparing my neck for the tattoo while she shows me the design which I have discussed with her. "It is perfect." I smile, looking at the sketch of Jarek's wolf. The eyes of the wolf are blue, other than black, just like Jarek's. When Jarek shifts into his wolf, his eyes turn black, while his usual eye color is blue. I wanted this tattoo to represent both parts of him, and that's why I asked Madeline to draw his wolf's eyes blue.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

I froze, it was time had stopped, my blood rushed to my ears as all the hair at the back of my hair stood as I looked up at the man in front of me. No! It can't be! "You know me right?" He asked, smirking at my reaction. Of course! How couldn't I know who he was? My stomach twisted in knots as I looked past his face and at the tattoo peeking from the side of his neck. This was the famous tattoo of anyone that belonged to The Blood Moon Pack. A wolf head soaked with blood, it's once white fur stained with the red liquid as a few drops fell from it leaving a pool just underneath it.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

"Shadow Pack, I am happy you are all enjoying yourself. Now I would like to talk to you about something. As you know, Kaya and her friends are from the North. They all have tattoos. The one on their back is their pack tattoo they were born into. I have felt we should start this tradition. It is nice to have a permanent reminder of where you come from." I went on "Now I know you are wondering how we as grown wolves can get tattooed because of our healing abilities. Well your Luna and I experimented and we found that wolfsbane ink works well. It burns when it is tattooed more than a regular tattoo, but it heals and has no complications. Now I am not commanding you to get the pack tattoo the ch

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Some in memory of the lives I was forced to take and others to remind me why I was here, why I was so dark and hollow inside. Two tattoos held more meaning than the rest, though. The first is the crest for the Bloodstone pack. It sat just above my heart. Two wolves howled at the moon on opposite sides of a sword that sunk between a crown and shield—roses growing around the tip of the blade.

After I shower, I opt for a wife beater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. My right forearm is still scabbed over from my latest tattoo. Every time I look at it, I am proud that I now have my pack displayed on my body. It had taken me a while to draw out the design just the way I wanted it to look. It depicts a full moon coming up over a hazy horizon. A wolf's head with bright red eyes is baring its teeth as it emerges forth from the moons' surface.