Deku Tattoo Novels & Stories

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

It disappears beneath the fabric of the tank top, hinting at a larger tapestry that covers his torso. "What’s that one?" I point to a symbol on his rear deltoid. It looks like a wolf, but abstract, geometric. "Ink," he deadpans. "You don't say. I thought it was a very specific bruise." I lean closer, squinting. "It looks tribal. But not the I got drunk in Cancun kind of tribal. It looks meaningful. Is it a gang thing? A badge of honor for every time you successfully intimidated a client into silence?"

"I'm still going to kill him if I discover he belongs to Bloodshot." My chest tightened. Rasha turned toward the Priestess. "How do we verify his pack?" The Priestess answered immediately. "His tattoos." Several elders nodded. "Bloodshot wolves are known for their tattoos." "Strange markings." "Ancient symbols." The room agreed. My stomach dropped. I had seen these tattoos on Derek's body, many times. Rasha smiled. "That shouldn't be difficult." Panic immediately rose inside me. If they checked his body, everything would be over. Derek would be exposed. And then killed.

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

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.

Stripped of everything, even the cool leather jacket Dex is still an intimidating presence. Those jet black tattoos, fierce strips and twisted ropes crossing his muscular frame, a precise patchwork that my eyes were glued to. He was breathtaking. “What’s going on then Kate,” he asks again, that gaze searching me for an answer, his finger softly tracing down my jawline and neck. “I love the tattoos,” I deflect, my finger following a thickly striped block up and over his shoulder. “Is it an Alpha thing?”

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

Even with the stress and exhaustion, he's built like a warrior—all muscle and power and controlled strength. Elder Thorne examines him carefully, muttering detection spells. Finally, at the base of Kade's skull, hidden by his hairline, Elder Thorne finds something. "There," he says. "Do you see it?" I move closer and see what he's pointing at—a tiny symbol, almost invisible, that looks like it was drawn with black ink. But when I look more carefully, I realize it's not ink. It's under the skin, like a magical tattoo. "What is it?" Kade asks.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.