Cerberus Tattoo Traditional Novels & Stories

It was a little tattoo. The tattoo glittered, but only for a few moments, and then disappeared. When the fog and the tattoo vanished, Mr. Knudlac said: "Revelare!" A tattoo appeared on Johnny's arm depicting a miniature badger, standing on rear limbs, prepared to repel even the attack of a lion. This was the symbol of Johnny's Imperium magic. In addition, the new tattoo appeared too. It represented a sea monster, a Kraken that with two tentacles controlled rough stormy waves, with the others he controlled the calm sea, and with the other tentacles he controlled snow and ice.

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

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 left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.

I ask quietly. "I got most of my tattoos on my sixteenth birthday, as a symbol of manhood. Neron's mother was a part of a tribe known as the Sceneca, they lived in these woods. They had a tradition where at the age of sixteen, boys would get these tattoos to symbolize their ascent into manhood. Being raised by Neron, I was brought up learning such traditions, which is why I got the tattoos done," He explains, as if reminiscing a fond memory. "So, Neron is not a native to this country?" I ask.

His voice sounds right behind me, and I feel his breath ghosting over my nape. Shivers crawl up my body, and goosebumps breaks out over my flesh. It’s a good thing my back is turned to him, that way he can’t see my red hot face, or the way I’m biting hard into my lip. The necklace settles around my neck, pendant resting between my cleavage. It’s cool compared to my heating skin, the chill making me shiver. Cerberus. The mark of Hades. “Is this a brand or a tracker?” I ask, turning my head slightly to look at him.

The thugs behind hearing that couldn't hide their surprise, "F^ck? What? I didn't expect you to do that, Ben!" That despicable bandit named Ben bit his lip and said, "Are they now on my side or on this bastard's side? I'll tell you guys, he's a former member of the State of Cerberus. If we could bring it back to our big brother, wouldn't it be glorious?" One of the thugs said in surprise, "Really? Is this bastard from the state of Cerberus?" Ben then nodded and said, "He has a three-headed dog tattoo on his arm. I saw it the other day!"

The old man tried to touch him but Jeremy sharply inched away. "You see that mark on your wrist," he voiced. Jeremy briskly stared to his right wrist where a tiny Dove was tattooed right in the middle. "That is a birthmark given to Royal bloods of The Silvery-Claw Centurion Pack." "The Silvery what?" Jeremy uttered confusingly, his gaze still on the tattoo. From his young age, he had always wondered why he had this tattoo. And now he finally got an answer, he was left clueless.

I see it every day in the mirror on my neck. It’s the Berardi witch symbol. A Goddess in the center with her arms stretched up high, creating a circle, with the moon phases around her. It was very detailed, and it must have taken them weeks to get every stone in place. Or they used magic. I don’t know, I know it looked cool, and I took a picture with my phone. So, all in all, I knew tonight would be something extraordinary. “Tiberius, stop fidgeting.” Katrina sighed as she fixed my black tie with gold embroidery. “You have nothing to be nervous about.”