Creative Meaningful Hood Tattoos Novels & Stories

his father spat and tossed back the rest of his drink. "Stay away from that girl," "Or what?" Garin challenged him. "Or it will be the end of her, you or both. The Red Hoods don't associate with shifters," he stalked from the room. Garin looked at the large book in front of him as if it were diseased. It appeared to be an encyclopedia of sorts. The Red Hoods emblem, a hood encircled by a bow and arrow, was embossed on the front in faded gold filigree.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

His presence was intimidating yet strangely alluring. The man pulled at his sleeve to cover a tattooed wrist with the words ‘With Darkness Comes Light’ written in calligraphy script. His attire was strange considering they were in the middle of Summer and the ferocious heat bearing down on them unbearable. She wondered what normal person wore a hoodie in eighty-plus-degree temperatures.

"Of course, honey. Here, wear this - it's chilly in here." I’m taken aback when she hands me a yellow hoodie. It is a strikingly bright hue, and it is adorned with a logo that I had never seen before–a howling wolf beneath the words ‘Bluehills Wolfs’. It was a simple but profound design, and it immediately caught my eye.

He looked like he was carved out of a stone, so majestic and mythical. I was flabbergasted and speechless. He was also having a tattoo on his left arm. It was a creeper plant with roses and it was intertwined with thorns. There was also a black wolf howling near it and the moon was above the plant. The art was beautiful and the guy himself was a rare piece of art.

said Tucker, his black plaits hanging down his rippling back. “I will,” offered the tattooed Hayden. Removing his jacket, the delicate inking down his arms was on full display. His forearms were a menagerie of every animal and bird, all gently entwined in delicate ivy and branches. “Oh thank you so much!” Naomi simpered before putting her fists up and bouncing so her tits jiggled. /Unfair advantage right there/ Rush complained remembering how easily we were fooled as teens. Repeatedly.

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

Both sets of eyes drop as tug off my hoodie in one smooth, overheated motion to reveal my tee slogan. ‘Don’t bully me. It turns me on.’ I think it’s funny. But honestly, I didn’t think I would be taking my hoodie off. If I thought I would be visiting the surface of the god damn sun, I would have gone for something more appropriate. Corrian’s mouth twitches. Viking licks his bottom lip. And me? I’m one sweat-glossed inch away from crawling back into the woods and letting a possum raise me. It's really time to go now.

“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.”

rubbing my head I see a mark on my arm. Laying my arm straight and focusing on it. The mark, is not a mark its a tattoo! The tattoo of a wolf head with red eyes and extra-long knife sharp k-9's. There is a design on the wolfs forehead and behind the head that reminds me of some kind of tribal design intricately woven in what looks like hair.