Cobra Kai Hawk Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Can you describe this woman?" "Um- I don't think so, I didn't really study her, but she had a tattoo on her wrist, I uh- It was like a- bird with an arrow." "The Hawks." Davy's voice resounded from behind me. The police man looked towards his direction. "I'm detective Davy Jones." Davy said as he earned a weird look from the police officer. Davy ignored it... "The Hawks are a remote group. Their logo was a bird with an arrow."

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

Not because I was sad, but because of how badly it hurt. “I never expected to see you here, Daxxy!” her black hair was pixie cut with jean shorts and a black flowy tank top. I could see her tattoo down her arm. It was a crest moon shaped dream catcher with lines down that ended into shapes of birds. If my education is correct, this should be the Black Hawk Coven. “I never figured I would be down here, but I am on business.” I heard Dax say before I turned around. “This is Ben, Samuel, Duke Jason and Pr-”

"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".

“Okay, thanks for terrifying me again, I mumble uncomfortably, trying to soothe the rising panic in me. I'm frighten he will soon tire of me and kill me just for bothering him. He looks back down, scribbling something on the paper. He clearly doesn't want to be bothered, but I'm not done talking to him. “Is there something you want?” He sighs, turning a paper over. “What does your tattoo mean?” I gesture at his bicep. Keo has a few tattoo's, although most don't appear to elude to anything. But this striking piece on his arm does, made up of various objects, text and patterns. “It’s something that once meant a lot to me," he responds carefully.

But he is just like any other male I have ever met and only wants one thing… A stray tear falls from my eye and I feel a calloused thumb brush it away. “Miss Delaney, I am sorry for you to hear that. But if someone had said that about me. I would like to know. But don’t let him see this tear. Him nor his words are worth that.” He says with such a genuine smile… I didn’t really pay much attention to Kylo’s appearance earlier. But he is pretty hot. Raven black hair, messy on the top, shaved on the sides. He is really tan, like all he does is lay in the sun. His eyes are a golden honey color. And they shine. His arms are covered in beautiful tattoos, mostly of forest trees, moons, and wolves. I

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“I don’t know her last name but I can tell you what she looks like. She is about as tall as you. Her hair is black but I don’t think it’s her natural hair color. She had a nose piercing and wore a silver nose ring the last time I saw her. She usually dresses in floral prints, you know…to ward off the suspicion that she is doing anything related to witchcraft…since you know…people assume that witches practicing dark arts wear dark clothes all the time.” Katya controls her tongue to not comment on that. This kid is not dumb. “She has a tattoo…a black rose on her collarbone. She also wore a black stone necklace on her neck. I don’t think I have ever seen her without it. Other than that….” He sq

’ And, nothing has ever felt so good than having people there for you. "Do you notice anything about his appearance?" Gia asks, interested. "Well," I try to rack my brain, conjuring up the memory of his face, his face was covered with a cloak, so it was harder, but then I remember, "A tattoo, he had a tattoo of a raven bird on his wrist." "Wow. That's sick." Gia rolls her eyes. “So, where were we?” Chiara smiles, taking a muffin from the plate. Clearly, she doesn't want to talk about the man, it's making us all uncomfortable so I don't blame her.