Harley Quinn Tattoo Placement Novels & Stories

“I’m not giving you a ordinary tattoo…I’m marking you as mine because I’d definitely kill any guy who tries to hurt you” “Lucien…” “There’s no refusal to this tattoo Natalie” “Where’s it going to be?” “On your thigh”

Justice is blessed with a rack I've tried not to notice for far too long. "I never noticed this before." A tattoo on her side, right below where the band of her bra sits. "Yeah." She grins. "Harley and I got them when we turned eighteen, but we didn't want Mom and Dad to see." "What does it say?" I cock my head to the side to read the script. "To infinity… and Harley has ...and beyond in the same spot on her. We loved Toy Story as kids." She shrugs. "I like it." "We wanted something important to us."

“He means it needs to be hidden if your body is exposed, say after shifting. Or disguised. Not many people know of the Task Force tattoo, but those who do will know you’re one of us the second they see it.” “How do you hide it when I’m naked?” I ask bluntly. “Well…” she draws the word out, thinking. “I’ve put it on the inside of one warrior’s cheek before.” I blanch. That sounds agonising. “Top of the inside of a thigh,” she adds. I shudder. I really don’t want a needle that close to my… yeah, no.

They feel threatened enough to hire assassins and put millions of dollars on our heads, which has been ultimately fruitless. Until now. “That tattoo on the back of your neck is a dead giveaway to your true identity, rogue.” She kept her voice low but the venom in her words cannot be mistaken. My body stiffened. She was right. All elite warriors of the Black Moon Pack are given the same tattoo mark, but we were given freedom to choose where it’s going to be. I had it tattooed on the back of my neck, while Pixie had hers above her left breast. “Talk.” She growled, pressing the tip directly onto my forehead, making my wolf perk up in full alert.

The conversation was light and friendly as I stepped around to her side of the table. Harley looked up at me. Her blue eyes, normally bright and almost aquamarine in the day, were like sapphires at night. Her tanned skin was covered in swirling dark tattoos and her lips were dark red. “Charlie!” Harley got to her feet and threw her arms around my shoulders. She gave me a tight squeeze before stepping back and looking me over. “You look hot as hell tonight, girl. You come straight from work?” I put my helmet down on the table and nodded. “You know it. Need some help?”

"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

It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I wouldn’t keep her in the dark about it. Walk into the room and see Joker with a new tattoo on his forearm; it appears to be a symbol and a pattern of something ancient. Something you would think a warrior would choose for himself for protection. All of his tattoos made no sense to anyone but Joker. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to question him. Glancing over at Queenie, I see her left forearm has black lace starting to connect the empty spaces to complete her sleeve. It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

He instructed me nicely to sit on the chair which looked like a dentist’s chair and it makes me even more nervous because I fucking hate sitting on the dentist’s chair. All of a sudden, Harry enters the room and I watch him sit on the other chair which was next to me. My brows creasing as soon as he takes off his shirt and points to his left chest as he tells his tattoo artist, “I want it here. I want it in bold and an inch big.” “Harry, what are you doing?” I called out. He smiles at me, “I’m diving with you too.” I feel my cheeks blushing, “You’re getting another tattoo?”