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“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands" My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.

Since Rolph had never met this guy or took any business from him, the only possible explanation was that the guy was connected to Marek. To think that the greatest threat to his life walked into his home, spent the night and even bought his Elite as a slave was overwhelming. Rolph was shaken to his core. So many things ran through his brain. Why would Draco risk coming to his home? What was his agenda? Rolph immediately accessed the security database of the ranche, looking for footage of Draco but to his surprise, he found none until he spotted a familiar tattoo behind the ears of one of Draco's men who was being sneaky. The tattoo was Draco's and it was patent. No other person can use it un

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

It was more beautiful than music, more intoxicating than any spell I’d ever known. “We have established that I am not leaving, and that I will harm those you love to get what I desire. Your attempt at trapping me was amusing, but it will not work. My mark is on you, little witch. I may have hidden it from the Morningstar runt, but it is there—etched beneath your skin. Just like the spell you placed on me.” “I didn’t place any spell on you.” Fangs gleamed as a low growl rumbled from his throat. I busied myself with tracing the bold lines of his tattoo—the one than ran from shoulder to shoulder.

Harry and I decided to sit on the sand and just stared at the sea which looked absolutely calm under this dim lit beach having the full moon only giving us light from above us. “You have to show me your tattoo on your ankles.” I begged. Harry chuckles, “Very persistent. One sec.” He pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight before focusing the light to his left foot. He begins to show me the outer side of his left ankle which said “BLUE” and then to the inner side of this left ankle which said “MOCKINGBIRD”. I gaped.

he replied, She seemed quiet, with her dark hair and straight face, she wasn't one you could flirt with and escape with your body complete. Daren noticed a tattoo on her arm, "Nice tattoo" he said, "And yours" she replied, Hers seemed familiar, two swords pointing left and right, a serpent in the middle, daren stared at it till it clicked, "Sigil of house horak" he thought, "Strange, I know that tattoo" daren said staring at her, her face changed and at once it went back to her curious look, she definitely knew,

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.

"How do you know I am a phoenix and the Rose? I'm still confused. And who is the evil of all evil?" "This..." Orga pointed to his shoulder. Arabella glimpsed a dark tattoo, a tiny bird with large bright wings. It didn't look like a tattoo, it seemed more like a birthmark, and she felt he had tried to conceal it with charcoal but failed miserably. "All phoenixes comes with a birthmark, and you, Arabella Collins, had all the phoenix mark on you. It is a large birthmark, and it pulsates and emits heat when you touch it."