Damian Priest Tattoos Novels & Stories

SCARLETT Damian’s Kitten, he knows Damian calls me kitten? “You know Damian?” “What if I do?” He says, looking at me calculatingly as he blocks my path. Both his exposed arms from the T-shirt he's wearing are covered with sleeve tattoos that disappear up his biceps. He’s not as muscular as Damian but he’s definitely fit, having more of an athletic build. He has dark sunglasses over his eyes and tiny short dreads on his head, wearing a black shirt and blue jeans.

Manageable, he said, for now. The door opened. Damien stepped in, still dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing the new tattoo he’d gotten last week, a small crown intertwined with thorns and a tiny reaper scythe, for our child. He crossed the room in three strides and knelt before me, pressing his forehead to my stomach like he did every night. “How are my two favorites?” His voice was rough, exhausted, but warm. “Active,” I replied, threading my fingers through his dark hair. “I think your daughter is already practicing her power moves.”

I almost wanted to laugh at how dramatic I had made it up to be in my mind. Damiano then grabbed the card, and my brows went up when I recognized the image on it. It was the very same one he had tattooed on his chest. The hooded skull, the crown, and the massive angel wings. It was my favorite tattoo of his. One I had memorized and recreated many times in my sketchbook.

Scars have better stories than tattoos because you can choose how your tattoo look but not your scars. -Damien DAMIEN POV I turned around as the ringer of Dante's phone rang. He picked up the call and talked in hushed voice. "Boss do you want Piper to be brought here?", Dante asked me. "No. Tie him in our base. Let the security be tight. He should be watched twenty-four seven.", I stated and Dante nodded his while repeating the same thing on the phone.

In the ring, both men were already standing in their respective corners. Alexandro wore black boxing shorts, no shirt. His muscular body looked perfect under the spotlights. His muscles were defined, not as big as Damien's, but more proportional. And on his body, tattoos. I had never seen him without a shirt under such clear lighting before. There was a dragon tattoo on his right arm, twisting from shoulder to elbow. There were tribal line tattoos on his left chest, and on his back, behind the shadow of the lights, I could see a large wing-shaped tattoo. Damien across from him. His body was bigger, bulkier, more threatening. The tattoos on his arms almost covered his entire skin, intricate,

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

Under the robes he could see that she was slightly built but she kept her head bowed, allowing him a single glimpse of a pale face under flowing black and white. Unmoved by her pious attitude, Damian leaned back in his chair and scrutinised his unwanted visitor. ‘If you’re expecting me to confess my sins then I should probably tell you that my next appointment is in an hour and that is nowhere near long enough for me to tell you all the bad things I’ve done in my life. On the other hand if you’re about to beg for cash then you should know that all my charitable donations are handled through my lawyers, via a separate part of my company. I just make the money. I leave other people to spend it

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll ruin you right here.” “Maybe I want to be ruined.” He stilled, jaw tight. “Careful, princess. Don’t tempt me.” I smirked up at him, breathless, reckless. “I thought you liked a woman with claws.” His curse came out strangled this time. “Per l’amor di Dio.” (For the love of God.) I was still on my knees, wrists red from his tie, lips swollen and sticky, when Lucian pulled back with a groan that rattled through my bones.

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”