Harry Potter Matching Tattoos Novels & Stories

Hayden grinned at me, like it was all effortless. “Let’s get out of here,” he smiled. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 By the time we walked into the tattoo parlor, my hands were shaking. The artist nodded at Hayden, clearly aware of who he was, and then glanced at me. “You two getting matching tats?” I nodded, heart racing. “Yeah, we are.” “You have anything in mind,” he asked. I reached for Hayden’s wrist and traced a line. “Half a raven. The wings. He gets one, I get the other. When we’re together… it’s complete.”

He said. "Then how'd you...get that?" I pointed with my index finger towards his neck. "I heard you get that type of tattoo or something similar when you come of age as a wizard. It's the symbol that shows the moon goddess has shown her blessings on a wizard, and he is ready to conquer the world with his magic. Also, they say a half moon tattoo could only be found on some unique wizard who has something related to the Alpha blood." He said that as if it wasn't a big deal but for me it was. I was stunned to think that he was taking his powers so lightly.

Harry kisses me like i am the air he breathes ,the soul he worships and I have never felt more alive. He pushes me on the bed and gets on top of me . He cages my body between his strong arm muscles and bites my earlobe . I fidget in removing his shirt . After some unsuccessful hardwork, harry chuckles and helps me remove his shirt. I trace my finger on the tattoo on his pec. "I didn't know you had any tattoo." I say still grazing it . "Now you do. " He says and smiles . "What does it mean?" I ask harry.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

And suddenly, they're there, in front of a shady building, with a man standing in front, a dragon tattoo wrapped around his neck. "Nice, she'd fetch a good price," the man comments, looking at Ariadne in a way that makes her stomach sink. "F*ck off," Ariadne growls, causing the dark man to smirk. "Forget what I said. She'd fetch an astronomical price with that bark," the man continues. "Lotta Alphas like that. I know Harry does." Ariadne's ears buzz. She knows that name. She has heard it somewhere, but it's not the name that she's looking for.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Amren asked with raised brows. "The southern region of Hagrid," Rhysand said as he walked over to the antic mirror and slowly slid down his sleeve, revealing his tattooed back that was covered in scars, a vampire head with a bleeding mouth tattoo in his upper back, the image was not only eye-catching but also filling the onlooker with trepidation, it was mysterious.

He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss. “You may sit and receive your mark.” Mr streeter steps to the side to allow Will to make his way over to the tattoo man. He sits bending forward to allow the man access to the back of his neck. The tattoo man picks up the needle and starts his work. All Hunters receive the same mark, two crossed swords encircled by a snake. The ink used is laced with magic which is what gives us our heightened gifts. I watch in interest as the tattoo is completed, will the gift present itself straight away? It differs from hunter to hunter. Some may feel the power awakening in there bodies whilst others take longer to

and Aaron nodded his head. “That’s right,” Harry said, “See the crescent on the front?” he turned back to the cover and I nodded, “That is the mark of the shifter bloodline of The Divine Order, it is worn by allies of The Order, or the shifter ones,” He pulled the arm of his shirt up and showed a faded tattooed version of the Crescent. “And that is why Nathaniel Bethrinton cannot get control of this pack or this town,” Harry said. I looked at Aaron again and he shook his head.