Disney Descendants Tattoo Novels & Stories

said Tucker, his black plaits hanging down his rippling back. “I will,” offered the tattooed Hayden. Removing his jacket, the delicate inking down his arms was on full display. His forearms were a menagerie of every animal and bird, all gently entwined in delicate ivy and branches. “Oh thank you so much!” Naomi simpered before putting her fists up and bouncing so her tits jiggled. /Unfair advantage right there/ Rush complained remembering how easily we were fooled as teens. Repeatedly.

Darius shot his brother a scathing look, but Draven didn't flinch. “What tattoo?” Darius pressed, his voice cold. I wiped off the tears hastily and cleared my throat as I forced myself to speak. I needed to save him. “They normally have a red bird tattoo. The man I saw had it, if he's one of them he would have the tattoo behind his ears,” I answered. Darius frowned and stared at his guards, giving them a curt nod. I watched as they searched my father, yanking his head to the side and pulling at his collar for any sign of a tattoo but there was nothing.

Savannah nodded and waited for her to continue. "He has a cross-shaped tattoo on his arm. Although I was too nervous and scared to remember what he looked like that day as the light was also dim. But, I remembered the tattoo..." Danica paused for a moment, a deep look of yearning appearing on her fair-skinned face. "Savannah, you know, Nick has the same tattoo on his hand, so I..." "Ah?" Savannah was surprised. "But this tattoo is for outstanding graduates from the international military academy..."

Thiery said. "Yes, he has one, on the back of his neck. He explained what this tattoo means, and I'm grateful he gave it to me, because with it, I can live a normal life as a human without the hassle of the foreign world," Maria said. "However, I never imagined that my daughter would meet a dominant Alpha like you. I am a hybrid and now my grandson, too. Fate sometimes so funny." "I'm a Supreme Alpha," Thiery said. "Golden Moonlight Pack."

" My eyes widened in realisation. I pulled up my left sleeve and looked at the tattoo decorating my forearm. "The tattoo is the chess piece that represents you on the chessboard, the image he cannot see is the Falcon. It looks different on each of us but it is clear on Jack, Roxy, Tyler, Calvin and myself. It has been tradition, after a year of loyal service you get the tattoo," I explained. "So that means I'm gonna get the tattoo?" "No, you're the chief's daughter, if we want you to be continue keeping us updated then we need to ensure you never become a suspect. So it would be beneficial if you remained clean and not get the tattoo," I stated.

"It's just an old one, sweetheart. From a long time ago." Noé nodded solemnly. "Papa has tattoos too. Lots of them. He says they are stories he carries so he doesn't forget important things. Maybe yours is a story too. Maybe it's about being strong. Or about vanilla. Or dinosaurs." He grinned at his own idea. "I think it's about dinosaurs. Because you always remember mine are the best." A small laugh escaped me despite everything. "Maybe it is." He beamed, pleased with himself for making me smile. "So you will come on Thursday? And show off your pretty flower tattoo?."

He continued, "He's not just important—even the most powerful would bow before him. He's a Lloyd and has the Blood-Eyed Black Dragon on his chest. Do you know what the tattoo signifies?" Tony gulped, stuttering, "W-What does it mean?" Herman closed his eyes as if gathering the courage to speak of something terrifying. He explained, "It means he's a direct descendant of the Lloyd family—one of the three royal families of Holtrien. And his tattoo? It doesn't bear the black eyes of an ordinary warrior, nor the silver eyes of a notable bloodline, and not even the golden eyes reserved for the family's elite heirs."

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

She was the ultimate trophy that I had paraded around when I was younger. I had never found my mate. After the momentary scent in New Mexico, I never again smelled her. I resigned myself to a life without my fated mate, thus ending our prestigious family line. Signing the document harder than I meant to, the ink in my pen blotted on the page. I took a tissue and dabbled the extra ink. My signature, Alpha Desmond Wright, scribbled neatly at the bottom of the page. Smiling at the thought, I put the page on the left side pile of the desk.

Keely hip-checked Indy and whispered, “So now that Domini is officially a McKay, let’s figure out where you’re gonna tattoo her.” “What? I have to get a tattoo?” “Ssh. India has tattooed all the women who’ve married into the McKay family with the McKay cattle brand. It’s something we started with AJ.” Keely grinned. “Since we didn’t throw a bachelorette party before AJ’s wedding, we had a private tattoo party afterward at Indy’s new studio. Channing and Macie’s brands are ‘tramp stamps’ on their lower backs. Mine is on my hip. Indy did hers on the inside of her left thigh last year. Skylar’s is on her shoulder.