Ferdinand The Bull Tattoo Novels & Stories

He didn't have any glasses today, because he had taken the advice of Finlay and visited one of the pack doctors to get his eyes treated. The council of elders joined their heads together and came up with yet another powerful question. "Alpha Finlay tattooed a red scorpion on his back, a symbol of integrity, strength, and humility, do you have that tattoo? You cannot tell us you had it removed." Ophelia's eyes widened in their sockets because she suspected that this man didn't have that tattoo. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, there was no response from him. She counted to twenty and flickered her eyes open when murmurings erupted within the crowd.

She clammed up. "I got this when I (made my first kill) accomplished my first mission," he caressed the Lucifer Sigil on his biceps while recalling the incident. He was fifteen when he got that. From there on, he became more vicious and his tatts turned darker. But right now, looking at her innocent face, for the first time in life he felt this strong desire to tattoo something divine on his body. Her name. Bella. I would be a sight to see. Her angelic name surrounded by all the evil symbols.

“You pigs! How dare you violate my sister’s privacy like this? That was love, real love! You can’t destroy them like this!” Gabby stepped forward, voice flat. “You’re saying that’s Sareena? Then can you explain the missing tattoos on her right side? The one on her left arm? Or the missing piercing? The voice on the recording sounds exactly like yours.” She then turns to her Uncle Luca. “Zio, Sareena has a large tattoo from her ribs to her hip. It is an anagram. If you look at it from the front, it says: Faith, but if you look at it from the back it says: Hope. Then she has a small anagram on her left forearm. It says: Family and Love.”

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.

he beamed with a smile. The large gates swung open, and the two dons marched into the wide and sunny courtyard. Fernando stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on Romano, who was swimming laps in his bright pool. A large, exquisite snake tattoo snaked across his back, a symbol of his ruthlessness. Fernando walked to the edge of the pool as Romano reached the side, spitting out water and smiling, a ruthlessly pleasant expression. "You are too late," Romano announced. "It seems you guys didn't like the angel like you claimed you did, it took you more than two days to get here."

Sybil said. "Don't mind them" Teal replied, and then the attention of the students moved to another person who just entered the hallway. Roonie and his friends. Roonie got a new tattoo on the lower arm of his right hand, and it's so fuçking sèxy. "el zorro es mio" It's a Spanish sentence which means... THE FOX IS MINE. Pearl's heart skipped one beat when she saw it, but their eyes never met. He's not even looking her side no matter how loud the students are fawning over his tattoo.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

I saw black and white roses and some funny ones, like one of Baby Yoda and a bandaite tattoo. When he turned around I realized he had a tattoo of his dogs on the top of his shoulders. “Are you checking me out?” He asked as he smirked. “Yes, I am, handsome” I replied. “Mom!” Oliver shouted embarrassed. Shit, I didn’t realize he could hear us. “Sorry Oliver. But I was just looking at his tattoo’s. They’re really cool.”

He was shirtless in both. Val didn’t have to point out the difference, as I could see it clearly. The younger version had a tattoo of two knuckles hanging on the muzzle of a gun, ending right over his heart, followed by a series of smaller tattoos that wound around his arm to his back. I zoomed into the picture. Below the gun were the words written: Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo. But the recent picture of him didn’t have that. Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal.