Fenrir Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

His height prohibited me from getting a good look, so I rose back onto my knees, holding his hair to one side and leaning near. “More light.” “Demanding,” he whispered, but picked up his axe, lifting it aloft to illuminate his flesh. Not unexpectedly, the tattoo was fashioned like an axe, the blade engraved in great detail, however, the rune signifying Thor was what grabbed my eye. Like my own tattoo, the crimson inkwork pulsed with the beat of his heart, and, beneath my observation, it seemed to throb quicker. “Nervous?” “My neck is exposed to you, Born-in-Fire,” he answered. “I’m terrified.” Smiling, I drew my left index finger along the faint red lines.

Switching the shower on, I strip off and step into the hot water, as Aura explains. “Fenrir has gifts. He can open a portal from anywhere, even from hell. Fen can mask his scent, he can control the storms, plus he commands the armies of the underworld. He is powerful, but...” she sighs out and I stop shampooing my hair. “But, what?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

I choke out as I wipe my tears, he shake his head and I know I’m well and truly fucked. “Mia, it doesn’t matter who you tell. You are in our world. I am known in the human world. Have you heard of someone called Fenrir?” I look at him and search for my memories. The name sounds familiar. It hits me Fenrir is the hound of Hell. My head turns to look at him and I nod my head, hoping I’m wrong and that his parents like theatrics. “What do you know about him?” he asks and I look down and fidget with my fingers and bite my lower lip until I taste the metallic taste of blood.

“I don't have much descriptions about the person, the only outstanding feature is the huge tattoo of a dragon at his back that also covers his neck” “Care to share why I need to find this man?” I pursed my lips at the question. I had not decided yet if I wanted to tell him about Aurora being my mate and all. As much as I trusted him, no one could fully trust Fenrir Fenrir only had his interests at heart; that was something I learned the hard way. It could be that he had loved that way so long that he found it hard to be any other way. But whenever it came down to it, he always ran, and he never looked back; he didn't care if he was feeding you to the wolves as long as he made it away.

Like a shadow emerging from the depths, his awareness had grown, a realization that I harbored intentions of coaxing her to my allegiance. It was a revelation that sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of the intricate web of intrigue that encircled us. Fenrir, with her own motives veiled in mystery, had desires that centered on a precious goal - the elusive tanzanite stone. The mere thought of it conjured images of a jewel gleaming with iridescent hues, tucked away from prying eyes.

I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her. “That’s lovely.” Enrique’s mother says next, she’s dressed in a green night robe that makes her eyes stand out. “You and Tyler both deserve this, you make Tyler so happy.” “I got a panther mark.” Chiara says, blushing. She shows us her mark and we all gush heartily, panthers mark usually involves a sleek, agile seductive couple. “Can someone please talk about Irene’s mark? We haven’t heard anything about it yet and it’s eating me.” Naya says and everyone’s eyes t

She could handle that relationship better. “Tamara means much to you doesn’t she? She is your family now.” She wanted to know the truth of it, his feelings for this woman. “Yes.” He commented. “I worry about her, being your brother is there and all.” Hel smiled. “Fenrir is wild, always was. Born wolf, but he is loyal to his own. Never raised a hand to me or Jor. Never fought with us, shared our minds. If he considers it his he will not mistreat it, but he will do whatever he feels necessary to keep it, and I mean whatever. Your Tamara is a strong woman. I know of her and her line. She’s special in blood, like you are. Sensitive in special ways, you have no reason to fear for her any more tha

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

I stared behind him and the mats gradually grew bigger when I saw what his tattoo was. I held you gently, I even felt him flinch because of that, but he let me go. I noticed the slight tilt of his face as if trying to see me. "Y-you, have the faction's tattoo." I whispered. The symbol of this faction is the fire burning a sword with the wings of a bat. "Like you..." It was almost like a breath. His voice was hoarse as he said that before gently facing me. "Why did you choose that tattoo..." "I want to be the fire that burns the sword of evilness and fear, I want to be brave to protect the person I want. I want to be fearless to face the truth... and I want to have it, to be different ...."