Disney Descendants Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Revenge? That would be tempting Erik, but I prefer not. However, I do would like to forgive you if you answer my question earlier.” He raised a brow for a moment and then something dawned on him. “You sly vixen,” his stated playfully, “You want me to talk about my tattoo?” I nodded while keeping my mouth zipped, trying to give him puppy-dog eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional but he heaved a deep, really deep breath before started answering me. “This tattoo shows my rank in my father’s Bratva. It shows that I am family and basically his eventual successor if I hadn’t escaped.”

I looked into his dark eyes and shook my head, before staring at his chest, where I realised my name was tattooed on his left breast. "When did you get that?" I asked, staring at the words. ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul.’ "When Dante was just a pup, I got his name on my wrist and the girl's names on the other." He held his arms out and I leaned forward taking a look. Indeed, on one wrist it read Dante alongside numerous other tattoos, and on the other arm, he had both girls, with Skyla’s name just above Kataleya’s.

she smiled, rotating both her arms. “I wouldn't even know what to get done,” I muttered. “Do you have interests, or hobbies other than the two Sparks brothers,” she teased. Shaking my head I scrunched my nose and sighed in thought. My dead father had a lovely tattoo that I recalled vividly. I could honor him by getting something similar. “A Gothic moon and sun combination would be cool,” I offered and Reese gave me a thumbs up as she started to sketch. Resting my chin on my upturned hand I watch her pencil move across the sheet of paper.

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I

“You know what we can do?” He shook his head, “No Cathy, no.” She came closer and whispered something into his ear. He considered her idea for a moment but refused to show it. If there was any indication that he was interested, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. She had a knack for convincing people into doing things. Donovan sat in a tattoo parlor chair, his left hand extended. The tattoo artist carefully inked his father’s name, “Davis,” onto his skin. It was a symbolic gesture, a permanent reminder of the bond he shared with his father and the values he had instilled in him.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

I would remember to show them to her sometime. It made me wonder if she had any or wanted any. Our pack had quite a few talented artists if she did. Jerry, Diana’s cousin, gave me the first tattoo after my family died. It was the names of my mother, father, and little sister within a galaxy scene. I was sixteen at the time and had nine more done by the time I turned eighteen. I got an additional eight over the years and wore them all proudly. They were my story. They were my identity.

She saw everything about him, including the paper in his hands. A little tattoo was drawn on it. That handsome uncle tattoo that Cinderella never stopped drawing in her sketch book. Ciara was flabbergasted. Wasn't it this tattoo the same one she had also seen on Royalty's arm. It was a little drawing of a pretty bird. A bird with letter P. Pompom. It was shaded so dark, it couldn't be seen very easily. But she had seen it on his arm when he was in her arms. Her lips trembled. Was Royalty that handsome uncle? Mercury seemed to know too. If he did, then he must surely want to take advantage.

“This my love, is what Teddy would need when he comes to an age when his powers get out of control” I squinted my eyes and looked closer on the marking with a familiar looking symbol. I have seen it in one my books of spells, “What does it say? Where did you get it?” “Daisy, the Witch Doctor. She had a friend who got me this symbol tattooed on my chest to help me survive in living the life as a hybrid. Protection against the darkness in me taking over my body and mind” he lifted my chin up to face him, “If Teddy is truly my son, he would need it too”