Bratva Tattoo Novels & Stories

Mom with her wild auburn hair whipping in the wind, Dad grinning beside her, and me as a gangly teenager, my arms wrapped around a much younger Aofie. They looked so alive, so unbreakable. A perfect family portrait, or so I'd always thought. I stared at the photo under the dim bulb's flickering glow, my breath catching. My eyes lingered on Mom's wrist, where a bracelet of seashells partially obscured her skin. I squinted, tilting the photo closer to the light. There, peeking out from beneath the shells, was a tattoo — a bold, stylized letter V, etched in delicate black ink, the lines curving like a serpent's tail.

Turning back to Mikial, she asked, “What are you going to do if Flynn is the man Leon wants to set up as a silent partner? Both men are dangerous enough you won’t be able to turn them down without consequences.” “The five of us are dangerous too,” Mikial reminded her. “We have ties to real power that we can bring down on them so fast, they won’t even see us coming. They cannot imagine our real power. We are part of something much bigger than anyone here realizes. We just have no need to talk about it and it goes much deeper than you think. The Bratva is more than a way of life to its members. Like your Italian or Irish mobs, the Bratva is stronger than we portray and like them, we believe in

Eventually my brother also got dragged into the conversation and blamed for the tattoo just as he had been blamed for the first one. Speaking of my beautiful little brother I glanced down the other end of the bar where Mark was talking to Mitch and a couple of his biker buddies and stared at his right arm where the other half of my money had gone. Like mine Mark's tattoo covered his arm from shoulder to elbow and was an evil version of the great god Pan. This wasn't the silly looking Greek Pan, this was the original Celtic version complete with horns, hooves, red glaring eyes and a long horn that called to all the lost souls. Between the size, the colors and of course Mark's extremely well m

Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot. "You have a tattoo too?" Tessa's eyes are surprised by what she sees. Tribal tattoos are the most painful tattoos because of their intricate shapes and engravings. "You remember? I got a whipping when I was protecting you?" Hardin brings up the time Tessa was kidnapped. "I'm sorry I made you get the marks." Tessa's hand trembles as it touches Hardin's arm, even though the texture still feels like uneven skin.

The word has an even more background intimate for us Because we are willing to create something that our parents denied us. I feel like will close a lot of wounds inside us, that I didn't know were bleeding. I see how his eyes get a little red more than before I completely free myself taking a step back, his gaze travels momentarily behind me where I know the wolf brothers are waiting for me. You will be fine with them, won't you? Yes, I am. Explanation of the terms I used in this chapter and previous ones, in case someone has a question. BRATVA: In Russian it means brotherhood, the word is used to refer to the Russian mafia, or red mafia, as it is world famous.

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

the man said with a deep Russian accent. Viktor's once-empty eyes were now full of fear. He couldn't even look me in the eye. My best friend Zoya would call me stupid if she knew Papa asked me to leave town and I went to see him instead. He was a well-known loan shark so he dealt with dangerous people. It was only a matter of time before bad people came looking for him. I got a glimpse of a tattoo on the back of the man's hand. It was the tattoo of a spider climbing up a web on the back of his hand. He was Bratva. Fuck.

“Says the guy who has his girl’s name tattooed across his heart.” “Hey!” Theo points toward Brock. “I’m not the only one, have you seen Brock’s tat on his ribs lately?” Jax’s eyes fly wide as his head snaps toward Brock. “You didn’t…” Brock leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn right I did.” He grabs for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal a tattoo inked on his side. It’s a detailed piece with a forest treeline and a wolf howling to the moon, and sure as shit, running through the middle of it is his mate’s name: Astrid. The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition.

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it