Crypt Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

He balled up his hands and clenched his teeth as he stood tense looking at me. This sexy specimen of a man is mine. My mate. Before I could even utter a word he beat me to it. "No." Was all he said before glaring at me and then storming out of the kitchen. Did he just indirectly reject me? I looked at Kade who was looking at me in shock. "What the fuck just happened?" "He's my mate..."I trailed off in thought. "Who was that?" I asked. "That's Damon Romano. Alpha Dimitris brother and Beta of the pack."

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?

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

“Everything. I want to know who this fucker was.” Rico and the other guard moved quickly, going through the dead man’s pockets. Wallet…no ID. Phone…burner, probably untraceable. Keys. Then Rico stopped. “Boss.” His voice was tight. “You need to see this.” I moved closer as Rico pulled back the man’s collar, revealing his neck. There, just below his hairline, was a tattoo. It was small but unmistakable. A symbol I’d hoped never to see again.Three interlocking circles forming a triangle with a crown at the center.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

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.”

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—’

he continued, his breath warm against my skin as he worked the clasp of the chain, “I had a tiny symbol engraved. A single mark that means everything to us, and nothing to anyone else.” He secured the clasp, the cool, heavy metal immediately settling against my skin. I instinctively reached up and touched the pendant, which was now resting exactly where a heartbeat would be, beneath my sternum. “What is the symbol?” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. The weight of the metal felt strangely protective, a secret shield against the world. He leaned down, his lips brushing my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s a single letter, Killian,” he murmured. “The initial of my given nam