Creative Meaningful Hood Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

The aroma of roasting maize and fresh mandazi drifted up from the roadside stalls, mingling with the crisp, clean air left behind by the seasonal rains. ​Adrian stood near the edge of the roof, his hands resting lightly on the concrete ledge. He wore a simple linen shirt, its sleeves pushed up past his elbows to reveal the woven black cord on his left wrist. The cool morning breeze brushed against his back, where the skin beneath his shirt still throbbed with the faint, healing heat of the fresh midnight-black ink. The geometric compass tattoo was permanent now—a physical receipt of his chosen path, etched into his skin by the only person who had ever truly seen beneath his armor.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

There is no point in doing anything right now so I keep quiet. The whole place is filled with scary-looking tattoed dudes. Bored, I started noticing the scary guy's tattoos. It's a skull, a red skull with wings and a cross. The tattoo is bright and dull at the same time. The cross it clutches seems more like a trophy than a symbol of hope, stained with a history whispered only in faded scars. Bright and dull, a paradox mirroring the struggle between survival and surrender. Art sure is fascinating. Someone walked up to him just then. He looks me up and down, "who is this, chick."

I didn't get to see the front but he gave it to me to change into. "It has your name written on it", I said. The boy chuckled and Anthony nodded. "It's yours", he said smiling. "Okay", I took it and walked away to change into the hoddie. Inside, I got a better view of the hoddie. At the back, 'Anthony' was written on it and at the front, an infinity sign was drawn on it with "I'll love you forever and always till infinity and beyond" written in the infinity sign. I removed the tee I was wearing and put the hoddie on. I straightened out my hair and went out of the room. I got out and saw Anthony wearing a hoodie just like mine. At the front, an infinity sign was also drawn with 'I'll love you

He pulled back, eyes hooded and gaze darker than the night, then rubbed a thumb across his chin before stepping back. “Remember, princippessa, you can always tap out when it gets too much. “ he growled as he shrugged out of his hoodie, then threw it into the air to reveal a body sharpened and chiseled by God Himself. The chest was a canvas, painted with black, dangerous ink that only told so many stories. He was taut, built and roughened up by years of fighting. One of the guys caught the hoodie magnificently, and I realized just then we had caught the attention of almost… everyone.

Its body was coiled around the dove, not constricting, but rather embracing it. The stake that pierced the dove's heart was adorned with a delicate filigree, resembling the threads of a DNA helix. As you gazed closer, the tattoo revealed more nuances. The dove's wings seemed to morph into tendrils, while the cobra's scales appeared to shift into molecular structures.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

He asked as he breathed out his smoke. I take off my jacket and my shirt to show him my tattoo of the Criemsons. The tattoo shows a blood sword that encircles with vipers and roses that symbolizes our gang or mafia name. I swiveled to indicate my identity while his ladies gape at me like the last cupcake in a bakery they wanted to devour. "Holy mother of great mercy" He grinned. "Now can we converse interaction?" I asked before I put my clothes in and I know his kittens will groan for consuming clothes.