Disney Descendants Tattoo Novels & Stories

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

His bookshelves were crack for a reader like me. The sigil had burned at first, but I felt better once it was in place. It was my first ever tattoo, and I had a feeling that I would not mind some more but actual tattoos this time. My parents had plenty. Dad even had a giant one of Mom’s wolf on his back since he dreamed as a pup that it would be what his mate’s wolf looked like. I wrapped a towel around my head and another around my body. I had forgotten to bring my clothes in, so I left the room to go to the closet.

Monalisa looks on as Silvia was being dragged by the two men to the dungeons, she sighs loudly as she enters the Pericolosa mansion. The door was opened to her by two men who wore black suit. The door was huge and had a dragon drawn on it, the dragon was exactly the same as the dragon tattoo on Lisa’s neck, it is the Pericolosa symbol, all leaders of the Pericolosa had the same tattoo drawn on their body when they become leader.

I asked Zion. He scrutinized my outfit choice. Black slacks, black button-down shirt, and a silver vest. The sleeves were rolled up, proudly showing off the new tattoo that I had Dante do for me. It was my girl’s name in Arabic inside of a fractal overlay. Our pups names were also placed within it in Arabic. “I think that Mama will love it. Are you nervous?” he asked me. Was I nervous? Nah. Not really. I was excited more than anything. I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night.

Petr only nodded his head at the compliment and I pulled my shirt and jacket back on. I left Petr in the back just as Milo pulled his shirt on as well and paid the artist for his tattoo. He grinned and lifted his shirt and over his chest was one man, three fairies and four dragons with his parents name cradling them on either side. “It’s magnificent Milo.” He nodded his head and I could sense his sadness as he pulled his shirt down and picked up his jacket. “Your turn.” I lifted my shirt at his request and he looked at the artwork. I lowered my shirt as we walked out of the shop and reached the car.

“I’m thinking about what I did in my previous life to deserve someone like you.” The words hit me square in the chest, a warmth spreading through me. I returned his smile, but as quickly as it had appeared, his faded. His hazel eyes dropped to his arms, and I followed his gaze to the intricate tattoos that wound across his skin. “I don’t understand them,” he murmured, almost to himself. “These marks... they shouldn’t be on me.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” He ran a hand over one of the tattoos, his expression distant. “Only a direct descendant of Alpha Ian is supposed to bear these marks. That’s how it’s always been. But Jude told me something that changes everything.”

“What are you talking about?” Instead of answering, she rolls up the sleeve of her shirt. My blood runs cold. A tattoo. The La Rosa crest stares back at me from her forearm. My father’s crest. “What the…” My voice falters as I step closer, inspecting it. But there’s something different about this one. Inside the rose crest, etched within the intricate design, is a single letter. An I. My breath catches in my throat. The La Rosa crest was reserved only for my father’s children. Every one of us had it, each tattooed with a letter corresponding to our names. Mine had a C for Cara. Agata had an A. Roberto, Alejandro, Massimo, Paulo Jr., Loretta…

She spat. “Jackie, I am not mad. Just…” I sighed running my hand through my hair. She hissed, returning to the bed. A serpent tattoo was drawn on her back, right in the middle where the back line lay. She just got that. She was obsessed with tattoo, and Jackie never feels pain during the process which was rare in women. Jackie could be scary if she wanted to. “Fine, dad was talking about retiring and shit. I think he wants us to get married soon so he could hand over the empire to you.” She paused, not staring back at me.

His rugged good looks and teenage bad attitude aren’t the only things he inherited from his dad- the kid overtook me in height by the time he was twelve. Seb turns on a heel, hopping onto the sidewalk and hustling down it as I shake my head, my gaze returning to Chase. Even though we’re older now, the man is still sexy as hell, the broad muscles of his chest stretching the tight black t-shirt he’s wearing. Colorful ink crawls down his arms, because just like me, he’s addicted to the bite of the tattoo needle. The Tinkerbell tat is now buried among the other artwork on his forearm, but upon closer inspection of his ink, it’d be easy to see how many of them he got in honor of me. Sentimental b

“Because I remembered him from her birthday party last year. He was the bouncer at the club. He had a Respect, Loyalty, Honor tattoo on his arm.” I froze. “That’s definitely a Ramono tattoo.” “But the weird thing was, it was crossed out. Underneath was the saying from a different family.” “What family?” “I don’t know. I do know it said Power and Glory. I was thinking… Audrina’s mom…or the woman that raised her, do we know what family she was from?”