Dominant Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

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.

The man is wearing a fitted black sleeve shirt making his well sculpted chest to be visible and his broad shoulder, with a black dragon tattoo. "A-Are you the same man in the club?" she managed to say. She can't see the wholeness of the man's face because he is wearing a black mascara, but the curved of smirk on his lips is enough to make the surrounding hot for Ava. "Yes," he simply said. "You seems interested to know me more. Let me introduce myself, lady." "I am Black Dragon, known as Boss BD." Ava froze as she heard what he said. She's not even getting a chance to speak when he continued.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

Raf screamed and they started doing it. I was still thinking if I should get the tattoo. I was scared, but I decided to get it! “Done!” Aaron stated. I approached Raf to see that tattoo. He had an amazing picture of Lion keeping a dome with water and Pisces in hands. It made me think about something, but I quickly kicked it out of my head. The tattoo was on the shoulder. It looked amazing. “Wow,” I whispered. “You like it?” Raf asked. I nodded, still looking at his shoulder. “Have you decided to get it?”

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

There he was. Dominic sat lazily on the large couch in the living area, looking every bit the powerful Alpha he was. He wore a crisp white shirt with the first few buttons undone, revealing a teasing glimpse of his toned chest and the edge of dark tattoos. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing strong forearms, and his hair was messy in that effortlessly attractive way I remembered from the summit. The tattoos on his skin peeked out, making it impossible not to stare. I instinctively checked him out, my eyes tracing every visible inch before I could stop myself. Heat crept up my neck.

I asked, surprised. He nearly choked on his drink and set it down, clearing his throat. "How did you know?” “Your shirt rose up.” I tilted my head, eyes catching his. “What kind of tattoo? Let me see clearly.” Doman hesitated. His discomfort was obvious, but after a while he lifted the fabric to reveal the ink. It was a gun and skull sprawled across his stomach."I got this for fun. Nothing serious,” he said quickly. I shrugged, though inside my pulse quickened. Tattoos didn’t scare me, i worked for a mafia lord for three years. But Doman’s tattoo wasn’t just a mark, it was a warning. And yet, instead of fear, I felt a strange pull toward him.

If they were big, that would have made sense. The image of a huge bacteria standing in front of me popped into my head and my heart jumped in my throat. That was scary. Never mind. Three minutes passed, and I was doodling random things on the top of the notebook page. There was a raven that looked nothing like a raven, little hearts, and a D. Dominic’s name started with D. Subconsciously, I started to write his name and made little creeper-like designs around the letters. It looked cool. I could be a great tattoo artist someday.

Before he and Cyan talked again. "Why is it that everyone has a tattoo?" this is what I've been asking for a while now. "Everyone is required to have one." "Really? So even us? Are we going to get tattoos too?" "Uhuh? And at the bar we're going to, there's the tattoo artist who will put you in. I'll go with you." "What style tattoo do we need to have?" "It depends on you, darling." "You? What about you?" "Three ravens." He showed the part near his chest. Three birds were there and it was all a raven.