Disney Descendants Tattoo Novels & Stories

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

He also told me where he buried her. “Why are you telling me about this story?” I asked curious more than being afraid of him. “Because you are going to be my twenty-second Daisy.” “But you can’t kill me.” He looked surprised that I read between the lines of his story. “Yes, I can’t kill you. You see my therapist told me to get someone to talk to and I met your grandfather. He—” “What did you feel when you kill them?” “Why?” The man chuckled, “You know what, let me tell you about the story of my tattoo!” He removed his shirt revealing a tattoo of a huge dragon on his arm. “This is Vrtra. He’s the dragon that caused drought to many nations on old—’

It’s better if she left unaware of it, it will become easier for her to go through in this rough life. I caressed her back of neck where her tattoo lies, her dad must have tattooed her as per tradition. He chose me for her. That’s why he tattooed double letter A with a crown. Arius Accardo, she carries my name with her all places, as I realized that my lip was lifted upwards wanting to smile for my Snowflake. Nothing is better than to watch her sleeping peacefully over me in this condition, so close, connected to me.

I could feel her presence like an itch under my skin, but at least she wasn’t prying—yet. When we arrived at the station, Desiree was visibly confused and worried. I could say she wanted to ask why we were here but thankfully, she did not and just looked around. I wasted no time heading straight to the tech lab, where a large monitor displayed a magnified image of a strange tattoo we had discovered. Robin and I leaned over the screen, discussing its intricate details, trying to decipher its meaning. “That design…” Robin muttered, tilting his head, “It doesn’t look like any pack’s insignia I have seen before.”

I try to explain, “No, I just wanted to—” “Then fuck off,” she says. I feel humiliated. The maidens laugh at me but cover their mouths when I turn. I walk off slowly. But she desperately stops me. “My lady, I am so sorry. Where did you get that tattoo from?” She holds onto my hands like a treasure. I withdraw my hands in annoyance, but she begs desperately. “I am a member of the deviant splinters. My father put that tattoo on me when I was twelve.” “It's the same tattoo my brother came home with, the tattoo he had the night before he left the night walker pack, please can you—”

My second favourite is his sleeve tattoo, it is a tribute to his sisters. I love how all his tattoos have meaning, unlike mine. I have two tattoos, the first one I ever got was a matching tattoo with Talitha. We found her Dad's gun and decided to explore with it, we had seen him work a few times so we gave it a go. I was the first to tattoo half a heart on her wrist with "spice" engraved in tiny cursive writing.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

It’s rare that I dress up. As I stared into the mirror, barely recognizing myself, I realized I am the spitting image of my mother. I have every one of her features. I twirled around to get the full effect of my dress. It’s long and puffy like a princess, with no straps and a low back that shows the one tattoo I could get even though my father was covered in them and every male pack member. The tattoo represented my human, wolf, and witch. It’s the moon, earth, and a ball of magic intertwined into a triangle. It reminded me of the greatness I can become and will hope to one day achieve.

Dustin sneered. “Certainly not. If you tell me, I can leave one person alive, but if you don’t, I’m going to annihilate your entire family.” Brennan’s face turned grim, but in the end, he could only sigh. Then, he whispered, “I can tell you that the person who gave the orders that day was someone with a red spider lily tattoo on the back of his hand.” Dustin’s face froze. Some organizations used tattoos to mark their members. That was a very common thing.

“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.”