Feminine Dog Tag Tattoos Novels & Stories

Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger. Riffraff was written on her own ring finger beneath her matching band. On her arm, running from her elbow to her wrist, in bold black lettering, it read Property of Riffraff with the Tasmanian devil and his female counterpart at her elbow. When it was first seen by the press, they made it into a big deal, claiming that it was sexist. “What do you say to the young girls who see your property tattoo and think it’s a good thing?” a female reporter had asked.

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.

It's normal for wolves to present late John", Alexandra groaned in annoyance. "Shut-up pup, It is normal", John agreed." But somehow something feels off about this and that thing in your back and arm-" "It's a tattoo", Allen piped up." A pretty one of the moon and star". "Wait what? Let me see". Alexandra had no choice but to lift her hoodie up and display the tattoo like pictorial on her back to Liam. The alpha gasped taking a step back. "I've-", he stuttered." I've seen that before-those lines of star and moon".

I asked her and she pointed at her shoulder. “There is a tattoo that is always given to people working under the alpha in the pack and it is imprinted on their shoulders. The soldiers all have it, all the workers have it too except for the maids and slaves” she explained in detail and I squeezed her hand gently to let her know that I had the whole situation under control and she didn't have to be scared then I smiled at her briefly before I stood up to my feet and turned to leave the office but then Damon held me back and I turned to look at him.

"Tsk, tsk. How pitiful." She crouched down, her hand caressing my blood-caked face. "You know," she whispered, her voice as sweet as honey, "while Fenris was making love to me upstairs just now, you know, he was thinking of you the whole time." My heart seized. "He cried out your name when he came," Vanessa giggled in my ear. "Such a pity. The bond is killing him too, but he'll die before he ever acknowledges you as his mate." She stood and rolled up her sleeve. In the moonlight, I saw a silver tattoo on her arm—the sacred sigil of our people, a mark of salvation and strength.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

“Well, there you have the key word —intimate. It happens during the full moon, when we women are in estrus. That causes the men to be in heat too.” “You already have estrus?” I asked, surprised. She undid the first button to her shirt to show me the little tattoo of the crescent moon wrapped in vines under her collarbone. “Is that something of your family? Your mother has it too.” “It’s the symbol of the imprinted wolves, Joy.” I faced her with eyes like grapefruits. “You’re imprinted?” Her sweet smile lit up her face when she nodded. “His name is Dugan and he belongs to the western clan. He’ll arrive with his family for the party. Then we’ll get engaged, and he’ll stay with me forever.”

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

she looked to the wolf in the middle of their defense circle, “… is going to give birth.” I examined her human form. She got different tattoos on her body and she’s wearing a cloth painted in orange and black stripes. The cloth was covering her breast and a short tribal skirt around her waist. And on each hand, she has two cutlasses – the most common weapon used by their tribe. Even her clothes had intricate prints and patterns like her tattoos. But one tattoo piqued my attention and it is the one with the sun and waves of the ocean. Another story was told that painted wolves revered the Sun Goddess rather than the Moon Goddess.

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