Divergent Tris Tattoos Novels & Stories

But Alastair gave no f*ck about it. “You sure are quite feisty, royals. Do you really think I would let any of you take my mate away?” he asked with a cold smile, sending shivers down her spine. “You don't know what you are t-thinking, prince! She's a tribrid! Her existence is forbidden! She should be dead—” she wasn't able to finish off her words when Alastair's claw penetrated her chest, squeezing her heart, and taking her life. “So noisy,” he muttered and let go of her neck. She fell lifelessly on the ground with a thud. “Ops.” He chuckled emotionlessly.

Nathaniel'S POV “As expected, they had been watching Evangeline.” u told them once I had settled into my seat in the office. Liam and Maurene were seated in my office, staring at the photos of the wolf tattoo. Something in me was telling me that this was an important core in my finding but this trace was not leading to anyone known at all. I still found it strange that anyone could have his man tattooed with a wolf. It was an insult to our nature. Grayson nodded his head. “What else? I guess that must have talked about their absence. Maybe they wanted to remove the Alpha King?” He arched brows.

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi

Savio looked taken aback by everything. Tristan walked up to Adam. “Then you’ll have to open your fucking mouth instead.” “I told you. It was an accident. If you don’t believe me, why don’t you finish what Drake began and burn off the rest of my tattoo?” Adam shoved his forearm toward Tristan. The upper part of the tattoo with the knife handle and part of the eye was gone, replaced by gnarly burn scars. It gave the rest of the eye that remained a sad droopy look.

"You're still here?" "Don't act so surprised," she tried the joke out. It was a little funny—it was something that she could definitely work on and with. "No, I am, I figured you would be long gone, in another room by now." Her eyes landed on his bare chest, and she fought not to stare. Clinton had been an older man, and while Travis' stomach and chest weren't as muscular as some of the others she had seen working at Wet Wanda's, he was very good looking to her. On one pectoral, he had a large tattoo. She had seen the ones on his arms before, but this one was different. This was one that he purposely kept hidden from other people, and it could only be seen because he had chosen to take his s

Running down his spine was a tattoo of a dagger, flanked by two cobras coiled around its blade, each poised to strike the other. The crossguard was shaped into a Trinacria—its eyes hollow and haunting, its hair a wild tangle of serpents. On its three bent legs were the words etched in a stark, gothic script: Famiglia, Orgoglioso, Patria. The ink stretched over the planes of his back like a warning—Family, Pride and Homeland. He stood up, and my suspicions were confirmed—completely naked, without a hint of shame. He slept next to me completely naked—fucking naked. But before I could even start to argue or throw some biting comment his way, something else pulled my focus—his ass.

"He is not very nice to her. I think Arthur's fat head might have affected him," "Dagmar has two mates," "What?" she snorts. "Two? That's a possibility? How would this work?" she asks pointing at my arm. I hold out my right arm where my pack marks are to show her the triskele on my hand. "You have many marks, Alpha Jayk," "The gold ones are marks," I pull my sleeves up. "The colored ones are tattoos. Those I had someone do for me," "They're very pretty," she smiles tracing the gold spirals. "They're all connected. How do we know if we are the gold spiral or the black and red circle?"

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

His balls twitched yet again, preparing themselves for the blissful pleasure they were about to receive. The heat and wetness from her pussy weren't the only things Travis noticed. On her back were the tattoos of large bat like wings that stretched from her shoulder blades to her mid back. Lower, just above her lovely ass, was a smaller tattoo of a devil's tail, coiled up with a spear like tip. "Do you like them?" she asked with a sex-laden voice. Travis reached out to touch her back, his fingers outlining the outer edges of the wings. It felt different than the rest of her skin, like leather was sewn into her back. It was so odd, it didn't feel like...

Skeletal branches reached skyward, and bats hung in eerie stillness, painting a haunting scene that captured Dexter's supernatural essence. However, in the spaces where the serpent's dance couldn't reach, a captivating addition emerged – 3D hexagons. Meticulously detailed, these hexagons adorned the gaps between serpentine coils, each bearing a hypnotic depth as if opening gateways to unseen dimensions. Astrid marveled at the Byzantine canvas that adorned Dexter's skin, each tattoo weaving a tale of his mystique. The unequivocal talent of Dexter's tattoo artist shone through the baroque details and captivating designs inked on his skin. It was evident that the person behind those masterpiece