Feminine Dog Tag Tattoos Novels & Stories

She said confusing us further "We are getting tattoos. We all have physical scars on our body. Violet, you have the scar you got as a kid, just above your breast. Cara, the scar you refused to talk about on your stomach. Fiona, I remember a prominent scar between your breasts. We are going to cover it up" She explained I was marvelled by the amount of thinking she has put into this "With what inscription?" Violet asked "I'm thinking something feministic, something about ourselves" Danielle said "Love" Cara said

she whispers. “I agree,” I say as I stare at it. It is rare that a mark will show color but this one does signifying we are blessed by the moon goddess. It has two wolves – one in silver and the other black with silver tips on the male wolf’s fur. The male is slightly bigger than the female, but it is apparent that they are equals and protect one another equally.

Probably drunk and running off the last of their energy, I assumed. She was finally done, and I saw her entire back covered in tattoos, I wondered what was up with that, who was this girl? Wolves were big on tattoos, but not usually the she-wolves, and not pups. Who would even tattoo a pup that much? Well hell, she was in Alpha Zander’s pack so anything was possible. She finished staring at her arms and legs in amazement, and I just grinned like an idiot watching her rediscover herself. She finally noticed me gawking and snatched her dress. I picked up my shirt and put it on but didn’t button it.

Mira hissed. “The Alpha of the Nightshade Pack has two daughters! I’m the younger one. My name is Fiona.” I pulled up my right sleeve. Every wolf has a tattoo of their pack’s insignia on their right arm. Those who don’t are the ones excommunicated and banished, the ones who became Rogues. When their eyes landed on my right arm, their brows raised. “I told you,” I smirked. “Yeah you did,” said the one on my right. I glanced at my right arm, and my eyes widened too. The tattoo was no longer there.

She felt his love, his devotion, his fierce, protective hunger, pouring into her through that single point of contact. The stone flared brightly, and when it faded, it was gone. In its place, on her wrist, was a mark—a delicate, silver tattoo of interlocking wolves, their forms spiraling into an infinity symbol. It glowed faintly for a moment, then settled into her skin, a permanent, beautiful declaration. Dante lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the mark. When he looked up, his eyes were bright with something that might have been tears. "Mine," he breathed, the word no longer a claim, but a prayer.

I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more. He had tattoos, but he wasn’t tatted out like I had expected from a biker. He had the Dogs of Fire logo on his inner forearm, and that same arm was sleeved up to his shoulder. The other arm was also sleeved, but ended at the elbow. Down his left side and slightly across his ribs was a black and white tattoo of the lily flower with the word “Lily” interwoven in the design.

It indeed looked beautiful. "I'm sorry, my Luna," yelled the taller and fairer maid as she assisted her in tightening the ropes on her gown, bowing her head slightly and crossing her fingers. Sheila noticed just then on her wrist that there was a tattoo of two identical crescent moons facing back against each other. Sparing a quick look at Ria's wrist, she also had such a mark, and also the other maid with ginger red hair had similar markings. Now that she has thought about it, every wolf and member she has encountered within the Crescent North pack all have similar markings.

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

At the very bottom was the golden Eagle Globe and Anchor of the United States Marine Corps. On her lower back was Irish Claddagh done in Irish knots. Between the Claddagh and wings was an outline of a wolf howling at the moon. Inside the wolf was a scene from the outlook over Silver Lake where she had always gone to think as a girl. There were six smaller wolf outlines on either side of the big one. Each was a different color with two letters on them, one for each of her siblings. And even though she was no longer close with her father, on her left side was a mated pair of wolves for her parents. Behind all of it and linking it all together was an intricate blue Celtic knot. During his explo

My wolf - My Nia! A snowy blanket wraps around her body, a golden moon tattooed on her forehead between her lilac eyes telling the world we are Oracles. Something else that shocked me is her fur. Lilac engraving is tattooed all over her body - her legs. She's beautiful. Still, we dance around each other. Dogging claws, tossing bodies. I save as many as I could, and I lose just as much. Freya's army is too big. It goes on for miles - but we're determined to win.