Cobra Kai Hawk Tattoo Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to identify the grunts. They were always made available because Erebus has his own stash of them. But we high-ranking members of Kyklos, have a tattoo behind our knees." I immediately go behind him and crouch down. I spot it, behind his left knee. An eye with the omega symbol acting as the pupil. Inconspicuous. Nobody would think to look there and it's not like we get naked around each other. I won't be able to tell everybody to strip down so I can identify Kyklos traitors. "Why behind the knee and why an eye?" I ask.

He beckoned me over. I walked to the corpse of the assassin, the one with the poison spear. Drax was holding the rogue's arm up. He had ripped the tattered sleeve away to reveal the forearm. There, branded into the greyish skin, was a tattoo. It was a black circle with a jagged red lightning bolt cutting through it. "I know this mark," Drax said, his voice grim. "It’s the sigil of the Iron Hounds. Malakar’s elite guard from the old wars."

He watched us with an unreadable expression, we couldn't figure out if he saw potential, or failures. I hated the man before me, I despised everything he stood for, and yet, the second he crossed his arms, his muscles flexing over his black shirt, I gulped. Kai's all-black attire did nothing to hide the perfectly carved body beneath the clothing. Whoever had created him had to have spent three years doing it, maybe even earned a degree or two. There were tattoos on his right arm, a Celtic knot woven with thick lines on his upper arm, and abstract, wave-like spirals that extended down, right above his wrist.

“We have losses.” “Derek…” “You know what? It is fine. It always will be. Just go ahead and tell me why you dragged me all the way out here,” I cut in, avoiding her eyes. Clearing her throat roughly, “There is a tattoo on the prisoner, a crescent moon tattoo,” she stated. “Hm, I noticed that too. What about it?” “That’s the mark of Kael’s elite warriors.” “What?” I barked, pulling my brows together. “Why the hell would Kael attack my pack if he’s trying to negotiate an alliance with us through you?”

My mark on his neck had fully healed too, it was beautiful. It looked like a tattoo of a wolf standing in front of a large Crimson Moon. I wish I could have marked Kai under different circumstances. I wish he would have asked me to mark him, because he loved me and wanted to world to know I was his, and he was mine. But he would probably wear my mark with the opposite feeling. His leg was in a cast and his arm was all bandaged up. How would he react to losing his hand? Would he hate the mark more or that I cut off his hand? Fuck, either way he would be pissed.

He also told me where he buried her. “Why are you telling me about this story?” I asked curious more than being afraid of him. “Because you are going to be my twenty-second Daisy.” “But you can’t kill me.” He looked surprised that I read between the lines of his story. “Yes, I can’t kill you. You see my therapist told me to get someone to talk to and I met your grandfather. He—” “What did you feel when you kill them?” “Why?” The man chuckled, “You know what, let me tell you about the story of my tattoo!” He removed his shirt revealing a tattoo of a huge dragon on his arm. “This is Vrtra. He’s the dragon that caused drought to many nations on old—’

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

Like a brand of his canines on my skin. Kane’s mark was also healed and like a tattoo. The difference was that it looked like the moon with his canines around it. It reminded me ok Skoll and Hati, the wolves that would devour the moon and sun in Ragnarok. Hati would devour the moon and that’s exactly what it looked like with Kane’s mate mark. I absolutely loved it and it was perfect.

"I am not sure yet. I just heard some ladies at the club talking about it. However, what if it's just another mob called Black Wolves, you don't even know what the killer looks like?" "I may not have seen his face, but he has a black wolf tattoo. A tattoo of a wolf was clearly drawn on his arm, and the word BLACK was boldly drawn in it, signifying black wolves. I am sure every clan member must have a tattoo like that, just like we all in the Adrenaline mob, who have dragon tattoos".

“It wouldn’t fix the wolfsbane.” “But it means she would heal, right?” He nods. Ryker pulls up his sleeve, exposing a tattoo of a hawk that wraps around his forearm. “Do it.” He says. “Take as much as you need.” “You don’t need to…” I begin but he silences me with a look.