Harry Potter Matching Tattoos Novels & Stories

"You..." Ilumina had just finished saying that when she saw Harry tearing up Terry's signed form. Leo felt a little relieved at that and heard Harry say coldly, "Before I get angry, you two get the hell out of here! If I find you two doing scams in this area, I won't be as lenient as this time!" Ilumina heard that glanced at Harry's arm, suddenly saw a tattoo of a three-headed cat, bit her lip and said to Leo, "Let's go!"

Rian croaks out. “ The only person that I know is Agitha. She was his mate, or at least that’s what she believed. We don’t know for sure because there was never a mark on either one of them.” When spell casters found their mates, the mate in question would have what would look like a tattoo that would wrap from their collarbone, up their neck, resting just over their marking spot where a shifter would bite their mate. Winnie’s tattoo was beautiful, it was a silver branch of flames that ended in a phoenix that wrapped around her neck in a way that most of the spell caster mate marks didn’t. That’s because she was mated to a royal spell caster, whose element was fire.

“What match are you talking about, what tests, and what dragon?” “You know, their dragon tattoo.” Tamil frowns, explaining. “Thanks to the researchers working for the council everyone can find a way to perform a compatibility test on conjurers who can’t find their soul mates naturally. And when we said they’re a match, we simply meant their tattoos recognized another conjurer who shares the same element as a potential mate. The test on the tattoo works in two ways, it either shows a positive % of compatibility between two conjurers or it doesn’t.” I motion for her to explain further, my face pulled into an even more confused frown.

I can’t stop the dopey grin that takes over my features. “I love spending time with you.” I force down the shudder that runs through my body at the love thing. “So have you thought about it?” “You seem to have something in mind, let’s hear it.” “Let us get matching tattoos.” Confusion clouds his features, with a tiny pout, I can’t help but stare. “Tattoo? And matching ones?” I nod. “We both have those scars. Let’s decorate them. We have the final say on how they turn out.”

She tried to push her memory and list everything she remembered about them. "This seemed quite young, maybe in their early to mid twenties. The guy named Harry had a tattoo of an eagle on his wrist. And they were reporting everything to someone on the phone." She's scratched her hair in an attempt to jog up her memory. She had clearly heard the name of the person who was commanding them. Maybe the injury on her head had made her memory week.

He shook his head slightly and licked his lips. “Good morning, princess.” He said. It’s the second time or maybe third time he calls me that. He walked towards me. “How do you say about we get matching tattoos?” He asked as he looked at my hand. I didn’t know what to say. “Why a datura flower? It’s poisonous?” “Why roses on your back? They have thorns,” He responded and I sighed. “Sir, with all your due respect, I asked the question first.” I said and he looked at me and smirked.

“I told you, at the Pumpkin Park on Saturday by some creepy guy in a hood!” “Who you say is dead now.” “Exactly!” “And you just thought, ‘hey, I should take a book from a dead guy’ whose body just happened to vanish right in front of you!” “Oh, well you're not the one who was being terrorised by a fucking pumpkin...!” Jake felt the book stir in his hand. He held it out and watched the symbol on the cover begin to glow. “Still think it's a prank?” Jake went on, “why does it have a pentagram symbol on it, though?”

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.

I asked Sera gesturing to some students seated close to us. Sera bit into her apple, "Oh that? Silvermoon and Mystic Pack always have their different tattoos drawn when they turn sixteen," She gestured to some others who were still in line for lunch. "Moonstone pack members have their gem pendants, Ironclaw pack have their bracelets, and we Shadowhawl have our piercings and birthmark." She concluded, showing me a dark paw-shaped patch on her arm. "That's cool," I replied nodding. "Guess I'd have to ask uncle Gray what ours is."

On the way home, I passed by Greta's store. I saw her chatting excitedly with two female werewolves who were dressed in the attire of another tribe. She was gleefully showing them the potion and needles in her hand. "Guess what I tattooed on her? 'Public Male Amenity'. It suits that b*tch who only knows how to seduce male werewolves! I even used triple the amount of enchantment potion to make sure it would never fade."