Disney Descendants Tattoo Novels & Stories

Dragons were one of the few shifters known to leave a tattoo like head that matched that of our dragon. I had only seen it on my mother a few times. It was very light, but Odessa’s seem to grow darker and darker by the hour. In fact, several dragons in the tribe had dark marks. Maybe it was because my father was an alpha and my mother’s descended blood from several generations ago might have been a factor for the lightly colored tattoo because I had seen no others with the same.

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

I loved knowing that she got pleasure from being on top of me, from being in charge and setting the pace. “That’s better.” She leaned over me, her knees on either side of my chest as she put her hands on either side of my head. “I’m not dying anymore, Grizzly.” “Nope.” I licked her collarbone, reading the cursive word there for the first time. Obviously, my focus had been on other parts of her during my mate hunt. “Wolfsbane?” I glanced up at her, curious. “It’s a family thing. My mom started it, but it’s a long story. Maybe she’ll tell you sometime. My dad’s got the same tattoo, and when I got one, I made it into a trend of sorts. Liv has it too, now.” She explained.

Instead of letting me go get my dress, I could feel him slowly approaching me. “Do you have tattoos?” His voice was gentle, full of excitement. The tattoos on my neck and the spiral running down my spine were on display for him. Looking over my shoulder, I raised my eyebrows in amusement. "Yes, I know. It's part of Donne's legacy that they cover their entire body with tattoos. But of course, my family is different from the typical Donne. We can have as many as we want, but Raven is a must to show what family we come from.” I have explained.

Arabella cut him off. Her eyes rounded as she glimpsed the hesitation on his face. "Of course." He rasped. He pointed to a tattoo that was on the back of his arms, "This is the symbol of the De Luca family." She had seen the same symbol on Sandro's neck, even on her father's arm. It was that of a tiger and three dots, which were done in triangles. She didn't know the meaning, and she didn't think she'd like to know. Arabella took a staggering breath, "Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?"

They’re just begging to be kissed until they’re sore. “As it happens, I like that movie too. You gotta remember Immi, my sister used to love Disney. Holly and I would chill together and watch them. I never was much into all that action man shit.” “Good for you, then.” Immi turns a hundred and eighty degrees so her back is now to me on the sofa and leans forward so her elbows are resting on her knees and her chin in her hands. I catch a glimpse of her lower back where her halter neck top has ridden up and spy a tattoo raising from her left buttock of a large flower with petals. It’s so damn hot, it’s making my dick harder. From the middle of her spine travelling up to her top I can make out a

She couldn't deny it--Mark was now asserting his dominance over her, and she was loving it. Mark sensed his plan was headed toward a successful end. He continued to smoke the cigar as he rolled up his right shirt sleeve, revealing the tattoo he had inked on his arm two days earlier. It was the word "DADDY" with a smoldering cigar underneath it. Mark thought he'd lost his mind when he had this permanent display put on his body. Now that he believed he was going to get what he wanted so desperately, he felt like a genius.

Just a single identifier was required, yet it alone said a lot: a slender, dark band extended around Potty's neck, unpredictably luxurious. However effectively mistakable for a trendy choker, very close there was no question it was indeed an amazing tattoo, inked right around her throat. The Pleasure Mansion logo, in roman and katakana characters, framed the focal point of the trimming, for all time decorated into her skin and that of each and every other entertainer - a characteristic of pride and disgrace, accommodation and predominance. "You were brought into the world in 2009, yes?" the French lady handily tapped her fingers across the tablet in her grasp, remaining among Lannie and the

“This was handed down in my family, to be given to each magical descendant of the Moon Goddess. It’s said to be crafted by the Goddess herself. A bracelet.” As mom put the bracelet on me, it glowed, running marks up my forearm and hand. The bracelet itself, disappeared, leaving a tattoo on my skin. A white wolf, a Blood Moon, and some tribal markings going from my knuckles to the middle of my forearm. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry Remi!” Mom panicked.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”