Doom Slayer Symbol Tattoo Novels & Stories

I started to follow, but Sloane caught my arm. "Aurora," she said. Her face was pale. "I need to show you something." "Not now," I said. "Gray needs me." "This can't wait," Sloane insisted. She pulled me toward one of the walls near where the attackers had entered. On the stone wall, burned into the surface, was a symbol. It looked like a wolf skull with three claw marks across it. The lines glowed faintly red. Wrong. Evil. "What is that?" I asked.

I said, “but if they killed off everyone else, why did they leave you alive?” “As a warning,” Davin replied grimly. I frowned. “What do you mean?” Slowly, Samael removed the bundled up shirt from his gut. It wasn’t a claw or bite mark as I’d expected, but a symbol that had been carved into the flap of his belly. My stomach churned. Two slashes intersected one another, and a circle had been drawn literally through them. Bile rose in my throat; I swallowed it down. “Do you recognise it?” I murmured, reaching for the shirt and pressing it back to the wound.

Morana tried her best, but she couldn’t hold back the tears that trailed down her frozen eyes. “Captain…” Nox groaned through his clenched teeth. “How do you know it’s the doom logo? It could be a fake like the one in the Circus Master. Some organization made a logo,” I said. “Doom logo? You gave that thing a name already?” Morana scoffed. “Understandable. You are not yet aware of how this logo twists fates and destroys lives, so your naiveness is natural.” “That’s not what she asked,” Verity said. “How do you know the logo Carys drew was the Doom logo?”

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

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.

’ I doubted, my hand trembled as it found itself touching it. “Do you like my tattoo?” Damon muttered, with his eyes closed. Was he awake all along? “Y…yes... It looks nice.” “I’ve had it since I was dating Sharon. We got it together.” He let out, now opening his eyes. “This design. It looks familiar. Like I've…” I was saying, but he cut me off. “The design represents our Club's aim.” “Club?” “Yes. Sharon and I used to belong to a Lovers’ Club. This tattoo is known as ‘King and Queen Crowns’. Every member of the club shares the same tattoo as a symbol of love and devotion for their partners.”

she grumbles. Opening her locker, she reaches down to grab the books she took home out of her bag, the locker door slamming shut above her as a hand slams against it. She follows the large black Celtic style tattoo carved into his skin, only making out the bottom of the tattoo under his rolled up shirt sleeve. It doesn't look like a simple symbol like she has seen on a few other people, there are multiple symbols and designs within the base design, she can't get a clear enough look. "You really like checking me out, don't you?"

"I mark you, you mark me. Equal strength, equal claiming." The word 'claiming' hung in the air between them. Laura dipped her fingers into the cool clay and began tracing symbols on Dante's broad chest, copying what she had seen others doing. "Tell me what they mean," she said, drawing a curved line across his pectoral. "That one is for victory in battle," he said, watching her fingers move against his skin. She drew another across his shoulder. "And this?" "Loyalty to pack." Laura worked in silence for a moment, feeling the powerful muscles beneath her fingertips. When she reached his lower abdomen, tracing a symbol just above the waistband of his pants, Dante's breath came faster.

“We…don’t…speak…it.” Coward, the Zenaida-voice inside me hissed. “Then draw it,” I said. “In the blood you were so eager to spill.” I lifted my boot, just enough for him to move his arm. He hesitated, then dragged his fingers through the puddle of red by his leg. His hand shook as he traced on the concrete, rain already working to blur the lines. The symbol that emerged was ugly in its simplicity: a circle with a line through the center, and four smaller cuts radiating outward like claw marks.

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.