Crypt Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

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?

“Here, lemme bring the rifle.” She slammed a hand down, startling him and forced a smile out between her teeth. “Glock. Now.” She repeated through gritted teeth. “Coming right up.” The man said and disappeared. She would be hunting alright, but it had nothing to do with vermin. There were no lengths she wouldn’t go to to protect her kids, and a certain hairy-assed bastard might taste the bite of her silver bullet before he realised that. ... “How’s it going?” Damian, his beta asked through the mind-link.

His eyes were fixed at his brother who sat in the car’s backseat, and his driver pulled away. Knight walked for a moment and then his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the message floating at the locked screen. “I forgot to mention, you have to get this tattoo on your neck.” It was from Bright. Knight opened the chat and saw a photo of the sword sign for Likvidators. He winced and slowly darted away.

She loved to watch the strength there, the corded muscles and the thick forearms as he performed any kind of task. Tapping her thigh twice, he motioned for her to unwrap her legs and then helped her down. Not saying anything, she closed the distance between them and made short work of his cut as well as the shirt he wore underneath it. He stood in just a pair of jeans and his motorcycle boots. Without a shirt on, she could see all of his tattoos and for the first time, she took the opportunity to look at them. Some were MC related, others were obviously related to his culture. As she ran her lips around the circumference of his frame, she noticed one that gave her pause. On his left shoulder

Inside lay a pair of cufflinks. I froze. The design… It was my mother’s favorite. Five years ago, during a firefight, I lost the cufflinks she left me. I’d been furious, smashed up my entire study. They were the only thing I had left of her. And these… they were a perfect match. On the back, tiny letters were engraved: “D.M.” My initials. But that wasn’t what shocked me. It was the special inlay technique. A lost Sicilian craft that only my mother knew.

Parker gasped as the realization of something dawned on him. "Jamie, you aren't in some... Some." Parker stuttered. "In some what man?" Jamie laughed. "Hold on a minute. Man, you aren't in some kind of cult group are you?" Parker asked. In stead of replying, Jamie pulled up his short to show Parker a tattoo. The tat was a rising eagle, it's eyes set on something in a distance. Upon seeing it, Parker's fears and thoughts were confirmed. His friend really did belong to a secret cult.

“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.”

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.