Female Supernatural Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Thank the goddess Dante had his act together. "I've noticed a lot of your pack members have the same tattoo," I remarked casually. "It's very popular among pack members," said Beta Liz lifting her sleeve to show her tattoo of a moon and star. "It reminds us that we are all children of the moon goddess. Typically pack members like to get one after their first shift as a sign of loyalty to the pack and the moon goddess." "Sounds like a bit of a cult," Dante said bluntly. "That's why I'm against the idea" Fiona admitted "but the idea took root despite my best efforts to stop it. Pack members are free to do with their bodies as they please. There wasn't much I could really do about it."

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

She slowly removed her palm from hers and Astra saw the tattoo underneath. It was the tattoo of an eye with a pentagon. Great. She had never encountered so much black magic and dark objects in her life till Sabine had kidnapped her. What exactly was this woman planning and why did she have so many dark objects? And what was a witch doing with an alpha? Clearly she was without a coven and also practicing forbidden magic. “What makes a witch fraternize with a wolf.” She asked angrily as she was dragged back into the room where Sabine was seated waiting for her.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

“And how does that involve us?” I turned to Ghost. “You said something before. A mark?” Ghost hesitated. “Yes, sir. The file we dug from their network — they mentioned a mark shaped like a fox tail. Kitsune symbol. Said it’s connected to a woman.” Ghost looked down. “Katarina.” The air in the warehouse seemed to stop. “What did you say?” I asked quietly. “The mark on her shoulder. The one shaped like a curve of flame? It’s a kitsune sigil. Matches their records exactly.”

My body went rigid, my muscles seizing as an unnatural heat spread across my skin, crawling like fire ants under my flesh. My eyes widened. No. No, this wasn’t normal. Then, I felt it, a shift… A pulse of something ancient, something primal. I staggered back, my hands flying to my neck, and that was when I saw it. The seal… The natural tattoo I had been born with. A crescent moon, surrounded by droplets of water. It was boiling. My breath hitched in my throat. And then, the pain struck again, ten times worse. I screamed.

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

Her own word rang in her mind again and she said while sucking in a long breath, "A tattoo? Wait! In the supernatural world, it's just the lycans who have tattoos on their right backhands! It's natural and nobody could copy it!" Skyla said, her face clouded with shock, "I am a she-wolf then how did that tattoo appear on my hand?!"

Aiden, heart clenched with apprehension, stood watch, his unwavering gaze fixed upon her as she writhed within the protective confines of her own magic. In the ethereal dance of light and shadow, Freya's essence pulsated with an otherworldly intensity. From the depths of her being, a tattoo materialized—a fragment of a greater whole, its shape like a slice of pizza, etched in arcane symbols beyond mortal comprehension, beyond Aiden’s comprehension. The tattoo started from her left shoulder(the pointed part of the slice) and cascading down her back. It glimmered and shone stark blue in the dimly lit room.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th