Disney Descendants Tattoo Novels & Stories

Emberlynn recognized the design because her mother had sometimes forced her to learn strange things, and the Celtics were one of them. Above the wolf, a crescent moon could hover, and at the base of the emblem, the words "Silver Woods Pack" were inscribed. The tattoo peaking from his arms where he had rolled up his sleeves wasn't helping her perception of him. The weirdest thing of all was she felt as though she had seen the tattoo and emblem before. Yet, she couldn't pinpoint exactly where. "You sure do stare a lot, but you don't talk much. No, you don't talk at all. But I want it the other way around. I want you to talk to me, be free with me," Damien said.

I realized how much I missed him, more than I had admitted to myself. “You really love tattoos,” I remarked as he casually removed his shirt. His back was covered in intricate black and gray tattoos—half a skull, half the face of a crying woman. His shoulders and arms were adorned with shading, letters, and flowers that had intertwined over time. I noticed the names of my parents, mine, and his pack etched on a cross. My dad would have had a fit if I had even a single tattoo.

“Reagan can be a dick. Yes, most people who work closely with us know of our bonds. You’ll understand more when you meet my parents.” “I hope they don’t think I am as stupid as I feel.” I replied too honestly. “You are not stupid Miss. We keep these secrets for reasons.” Reagan replied gently with half a smile. “I appreciate that.” 7 Days later… I paced around the living room of my little guest house I called home. I glanced down at my watch before staring at the tattoo drawn around my wrist. Twisting my arm around looking at the beautiful artwork. A dragon’s tail, around an inch in width, wrapped around my wrist. The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if t

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

The older man speaks. “Ivy Carter, you are my granddaughter. We have been looking for you for many years. I am Dawson Carter and you are the heiress of the Ice Moon Pack. We have come to take you home.” Can this be true? I’m so confused. What is going on? Dawson lifts up his shirt. On his chest is a birthmark: a half moon with a full moon next to it. I gasp. It’s exactly like my birthmark. “Everyone in the Alpha family of the Ice Moon Pack is tattooed with this symbol at birth. If you have it, you will know that what I’m saying is the truth. I have been looking for you for so many years.”

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."

A smile paints onto my face as I answer. "Yes, I'm alive." I say, laughing into the phone. "I had to call and make sure." Kyla says, laughing back. "Did you make sure to get your tattoo the other day?" she asks. "Yeah, it's already healed up pretty well." I say feeling behind my ear. I had to get a tattoo of the mafia crest to signify my place in the mafia. Kyla did the same in the same place to let it be known that she mine and that she's the Queen. Once our children turn seventeen, they'll get one too, in the same place. Everyone else who isn't a Reed by blood has the same tattoo on their wrists. If it fades, we get it filled. Just a mark of loyalty is all.

“The Henchmen have been a big part of your life. As long as you stay committed to the Valkyrie, I don’t have a problem with it.” He looked shocked. “Babe, choice is a big thing around here. I don’t expect people to hide their past, and we’re all accepting of what people have done to get to where they are. I especially don’t make everyone get exactly the same tattoo. If you look around, only Karma and Fishnet have exactly the same tattoo as I do, and that was because they wanted to do it. Everyone else’s is considerably smaller.” “You really do run a unique outfit here, don’t you, my Duchess,” he smiled.

"The butterfly is Mommy, and the crown is you, our little princess. And the words below say, 'My life,' because you and Mommy are my life." “Wow, Daddy. It’s so amazing. I love this tattoo a lot.” She begins bouncing on the bed, clapping her hands. “Yippee… my daddy is the best. He got a tattoo of me and Mommy.” Luke and I chuckle at her. She is our little bundle of joy. “Daddy, Hopi loves you so much.” She sits on Luke’s lap, and after cupping his face, she pecks on his lips. “I love you more, princess.” He presses his lips on her forehead.

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.