Disney Descendants Tattoo Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, it only managed to make things worse. On his eighteenth birthday, he was gifted with a large back tattoo. It was a dragon. It took up his entire back and one of the mythical creature’s claws extended on the back of his neck. He loved it. It was powerful and sexy, and he felt as mythical and untouchable as that dragon himself. His father told him that it was the symbol of their family. He didn’t understand what that meant then. And what it would mean for him in the future. ***

At least they will get to share something special together. My red dress clings tightly to my figure and frames my cleavage, the slit up the side making my family tattoo visible. The tattoo is of a fighting wolf and snake, their bodies entwining around my thigh. It’s our mark of honor as alpha daughters, usually appearing when we come of age. Mine made its debut on the night my mother died.

"I don't have any tattoos. I've never even been in a parlor." The siblings exchanged a confused look. "But you do," Lisa insisted. "Right at the base of your spine. It’s a strange symbol. I saw it when we got you into the pajamas." A feeling of dread drove through me. I didn't have a tattoo when I lived with my stepfather. Was this a mark of my mother’s heritage, or something my wolf, Val, had brought to the surface? Carson stepped closer, his hand reached out to check my temperature.

"And what kind of tattoo does a twelve-year-old want?" "Bears, of course. You've seen it before. The one next to your name." "And your parents let you get a tattoo when you were twelve?" "My mom objected, but there was nothing she could do. My father was the head of the family and I was his only child. There was some kind of responsibility I had to fulfill. The tattoo was a symbol stating that I was the successor to my father's position. A burden that I need to carry." "That's a lot of responsibility for a twelve-year-old."

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

“ Jayden was young but it was the law of the park for the son of the Alpha to get a tattoo at the age of five. I actually got mine at the age of eight because I was scared of the pain I will feel but while I was undergoing the process it was a little painful and ticklish ” “ Do the females also get tattoos ” Muna asked. “ Yes.... Both male and female ” “ Oh... So what about Ryder what age did he get his tattoo ” “ Well I don't know about him, he refused to tell me ” Dexter said with a shrug “ Ryder is just so secretive, you hardly know anything about him because he's just so coded ” “ So you don't know anything about his family too ” “ Actually he's an orphan ” Dexter said and Muna’s eyes go

“But don’t come crying to me when you’re still sitting here days from now, staring at that tattoo and pretending it’s the biggest mystery in your life. You have the key to make your choice by getting laid.” Her presence receded as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving an ache in my chest that wasn’t entirely physical. The silence felt heavier now, the weight of her words pressing down on me. I stared at the tattoo again, my fingers trailing over it almost absently. The design twisted and curled, impossibly intricate, like something alive and untamed. It felt… ancient. Powerful. And yet I didn’t know what it meant in my mate bond with Lucien and Damon. Did it mean that I’m only mated to Lucien

Kimmy screamed as the lights went off and something grabbed her. "I never got to ask, what do all your tattoos mean?" Kimmy inquired, touching her wrist. Jessie turned her hand over, just as someone covered in blood jumped out at them. "Well, the one of the crow. That is my vampire marking, and see the dragon wrapped around it. I got it after declaring that I am Dracula's daughter, so that is our symbol." Jessie paused to move out of a screaming fairy way.

“You are someone important. This is no ordinary tattoo” Yea, it is no ordinary tattoo. It is a princess mark that I have had since I was a new born. It is a mark my mother gave me “You are a princess,” she finally figures while still looking at the tattoo. I did not reply. “You are a princess, but of which pack?” I still did not reply and that seems to trigger her

He instantly said. “What?''She asked, trying to confirm it. He’s all tatted up and bad boy and he’s mentioning some Disney. Not stereotyping him but it’s just new to her. “You watch that?” She asked and Reagan nodded like it was no big deal to him. “My mom made me when I was a child, I mean, my mom is fond of Disney..she wanted a girl but couldn’t so yeah...” “My mom made me when I was a child, I mean, my mom is fond of Disney..she wanted a girl but couldn’t so yeah...”