Deathly Hallows Tattoos Novels & Stories

It was as if everything had passed and I was suddenly hit with silence, one that was so deafening that it clawed at my soul… Then with it came darkness. The last thing I remembered before I succumbed into the darkness was the tattoo they all had on their arm and the logo on their flag. It was one of a flying eagle, the signature tattoo of people of the Starlight Pack. I knew this because I had a classmate from there. I knew I was young, and at the moment, powerless but then, I was also certain that I would avenge the death of my parents. It may be the last thing I did before I drew my last breath, and maybe it would take a while but I would. I wouldn’t spare their lives, …and that of every o

He’d taken my virginity away, so there’s nothing I have left in this pack. My heart thumped as my gaze followed the tattoo that snaked down his back. It was such a unique and beautiful tattoo, with a midnight black wolf howling at a blue crescent moon. I traced the outlines, memorizing every inch of it in my head. Once I did, I made my way out the door and straight towards the exit when I suddenly bumped into a wall. That’s weird. How could there be a wall right at the center of the hallway? I groaned, rubbed my forehead and looked up, only for me to regret it the very next second.

From the path ahead, his eyes got settled on the tattoo etched on his right backhand glowing at his fullest indicating that the power coursing in his veins got activated and showed up to beat the curse of death that the forest is known for. It was a blue colored tattoo of the growling wolf, showing off his fangs whose eyes revealed the cut-throat rage that was buried in them. Inside the blue outlined growling werewolf was a human skeleton head and the upper body that glowed golden in color. On the inner border of the blue colored outline of the wolf, something was written in capital format inked in red color. The capital words spelled RED RIVER. All the three elements, the wolf outline, the

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

“That tattoo on your neck was the same as hers. The exact same, no difference. I would remember that tattoo even if I was dead.” I stared, still not knowing what else to say. I had never felt strongly about anything as I’d felt about this. But where was the evidence to prove I might have not been responsible for Zara’s death? And the same tattoo? No one had my tattoo. No one. It was the inking of me as an angel dressed in black and wielding a gun and a knife, and next to it was a star. The word ‘death’ was inked on one of the wings while black stars were inked dripping like tears from the other wing.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

And apparently, he knew how to do a tattoo with ashes in the ink. Like the other veterans from his pack that had gone, he was a little surprised to find out that ashes from Duke and Rory were in their tattoos. And now she was getting Marley done the same way. Celeste was wearing a halter top that showed off her back piece. The Silver Lake Pack Crest was on her right shoulder blade, the Marine Corps Pack Crest in the center and she had already talked to the artist about putting his Crest on the left. Beneath that were Angel wings with a silver and black wolf between them. He assumed this was in tribute to Angel.

Lenora's POV Alpha Zade stood before me, stark naked, his chiseled physique on full display. My eyes darted wildly around his body, taking in the tattoo that covered part of his chest and left arm. His tattoo was the same as the symbol I had seen on the signboard earlier. ‘Two daggers crossed over its forehead, their blades adorned with ancient runes.’ Alpha Zade's tattoo, a symbol of his Pack's heritage, seemed to glow in the room's dim light, a reminder of his strength and authority and power.

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