Dark Tower Tattoos Novels & Stories

He was large and bulky and there was a dragon tattoo peeking from his shirt, it stretched out around the back of his neck. Asher had studied whatever he could find about the Dark Wolves, and one of the things he knew about them was that as soon as they came of age, they would get a dragon tattoo. No one was really sure why they did this, since the Dragons were considered their biggest enemy, even more so than the Vampires. It was said that the Dark Wolves hated the Dragons so much due to their incredible strength, they were afraid that the Dragons might be the side to take over the world at one point and they would be too weak to stop them. So they devised a technique of attacking the Dragon

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

Madchen was in awe, she had never seen such a beautiful sight, and her eyes lit up with wonder. An arm wrapped around her waist, and she looked up to see Drago peering over her shoulder. His long black hair was slicked back with a leather strap at the nape of his neck, and he was dressed in a green t-shirt and khaki shorts. “Do you like it here?” he asked her? “It’s beautiful,” Madchen was entranced by the tropical beauty of the Keys. “Not as beautiful as you,” “HuH” Drago grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her to face him.

His chest, partially exposed beneath his dark attire, carried the same unusual feature, making his entire figure seem almost ritualistic. From his waist downward, he was dressed entirely in black, every piece of clothing blending perfectly with the darkness surrounding him. A dark mask concealed the upper portion of his face, allowing only his cold eyes to remain visible. Those eyes carried no warmth whatsoever. Across his broad back stretched an enormous dragon tattoo, the dragon's body twisted around his shoulders, extended across both arms, and reached down toward his chest as though the mythical beast itself had wrapped around him. The artwork was impressive, and yet it was not the tatto

But even so, the children managed to keep in mind the image of many of Professor Knudlac's tattoos. His arm was full of tattoos, of various sizes and shapes, in various hypostases, such as that in which some archers or spearmen killed ferocious monsters or quietly watched over surroundings, images of various non-mystical animals, such as bears, deer, wolves or ravens, but also of mystical animals such as the Phoenix bird, the rock dragon, the fire snake or even an ... ice dragon.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

Being claimed by an Alpha of his strength while my body was already weakened by the heat had left me more sore than I wanted to admit. As I stood there in the dim light of the corridor, my mind involuntarily flashed back to the first time I’d gone to Damon’s room for help. I remembered the ink on his skin. It had been mesmerizing—thorny vines wrapping around his neck, dark symbols on his forearms. But it was his back that haunted me. He had skeletal wings tattooed across his shoulder blades, intricate and macabre. And right down his spine, there was a line of cursive script. I hadn't been able to read it then, but the image of it was burned into my mind.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p