Cerberus Tattoo Traditional Novels & Stories

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.”