Cerberus Tattoo Traditional Novels & Stories

My gaze sharpened. “This slave is useless,” I said coldly. “He bit his own tongue to keep silent.” I lifted the file slightly, angling it toward Alpha Dorian and Elder Henry, my finger tapping the image. “But this sign... What does it mean?” Alpha Dorian leaned forward and pointed at the image, his finger hovering just above the page. The tattoo was shaped like a jagged thunderbolt, carved in flesh. “When I first saw it,” Alpha Dorian said gravely, “I felt I had seen it before. So, I consulted the ancient history scrolls.”

I prompt him after I remembered that my claim is on the back of the neck. Sure enough a beautiful mark had emerged. The traditional mark that Jace and Cassius had was there but on top of it was more "Its two swords, one blue and one gold. They are intertwined; two handles, one blade. It looks like a really cool tattoo." I describe to him "I love it already" he replies flipping me over and tickling me. I laugh even though I'm not ticklish but because I'm so happy. And to see Seb like this with his guard down and his emotions on full display makes my whole world.

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.”

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

Cerberus. His black hair was damp at the tips, like he had stepped through mist or sweat. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, revealing the sculpted line of his collarbone and the tattoos the run from his shoulders to his arms hidden by the sleeves. There was a faint bruise on his knuckle, and the scent of ash, alcohol, and pine clung to him like a cloak. But his eyes those wild, feral eyes, were trained on me the moment he stepped inside.

Adrian had removed his shirt, and right across his left pec was a black tattoo of a three-headed dog wrapped in a chain. "Now, you are going to answer my questions, or you are going to feel the full force of what Cerberus can do, and this is all before my Grandfather has his fun with you," I told her. "And they will be answers that I know are true. If I don't think you are being truthful, the Cerberus is going to bite and bite hard." "I really hope you lie," Adrian said, his eyes had taken on that dead look he got when he was in this situation. It was his way of coping. "Cerberus hasn't had a bite in a long, long time."

His eyes, an intense shade of dark gray, sparkled with the intensity of distant constellations, promising a journey into uncharted territories. Caleb's figure moved with a feral grace, a reflection of the untamed spirit that resided within him. His every step echoed the dance of shadows beneath the moon, a testament to a life unbound by conventional constraints. Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement.

All the three elements, the wolf outline, the human skeleton that glinted golden and the words Red River inked in red glowed but the only element that stood out by glowing the most were the words: RED RIVER! It wasn't an ordinary tattoo that anyone could get it done from some tattoo artist. Even if one goes to the tattoo artist with the request of carving that tattoo, he would be turned down in a second, not just that but he would also be reported because this tattoo is the seal, a seal that's meant only for one Supernatural Race. They own it in the real sense because they are born with that tattoo. There is no tattoo artist hired for engraving that in the backhands of the species. It's natu

"Along with their warriors that they are bringing. Hubert is bringing Cerberus as well." I heard the King groan. "That blasted dog, last time it was here, it peed on everything and tried to eat my mate's flowers." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Cerberus is, as the myths say," Yasmin explains to me with a chuckle. "He is the three-headed guardian of the underworld. He is quite menacing. Unless he likes you, then he is like a puppy who loves belly rubs. He took an extra liking to your Grandfather and tried to mark him as his. A very large three-headed dog, trying to mark the King of werewolves by peeing on him, was quite the sight."

C27 – I WANT YOU, EROS. Steam filled the bathroom, and the sound of falling water was barely interrupted by Eros's slow, controlled breathing. He stood under the shower, one hand braced against the tiles, eyes closed, head down. Water ran down his broad back, cascading between tense muscles until it disappeared at his waist. The black tattoo on his left shoulder blade—an Albanian symbol—stood out against his wet skin. His jaw was clenched as he moved his hand over himself again and again. No matter how much he tried—no matter how much whisky he drank or how many times he repeated that it was a mistake—