Hell Hound Tattoo Novels & Stories

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

This moon shaped tattoo on my neck feels and looks so much different and mysterious from the regular tattoos. I tried my best to scrub and wash it off but the mark won’t go away and this is making me feel more frustrated, Alpha Aiden has already disturb my peaceful morning sleep and now this hickey turning into a tattoo issue is annoying, it feels like Alpha Aiden has led a stake on me and I need to clean this off to feel free. “What’s going on, is this a sign that I am going to die because I gave out my blood?” I asked no one in particular,my voice filled with so much frustration due to having plenty of my questions unanswered.

Perhaps he has already figured out a solution and is planning on sharing it with me later on. Our conversation was interrupted by Eon's entrance. As captivating as ever, my gaze instantly draws to the vivid tattoo adorning his neck. It's a fierce wolf, one you see on many Alphas. However, what set this one apart was that it's a masculine Lycan wolf standing on its hind legs and rendered in stunning detail by the artist.

And Zane had no idea who he was really up against. Later, Zane was in his study, pouring over ancient texts on hellhounds, trying to piece together any information that might help him track them. The hellhounds were creatures of the underworld, summoned only by a powerful ritual, one that required blood—specifically, the blood of the intended target. Someone close to Cana had set this in motion, someone who had betrayed them

She kept her attention drawn towards the page the entire moment she flanked the pages of the Journal. Finally, after passing through so many Pages, Cassie smile as her eyes darted towards the Content of the Journal with the title "The Few Supernaturals With The Ability To Seal Their Scent And Imprint" Cassie heaved as she read, at First, she came across a saying that said, "The Hellhound, also known as the Black Dog or Bearer of Death is a specie of amortal Supernatural Spirit who possess the body of human. Been the Guardian of the Supernatural World, a being known as the Harbinger of Death, the Hellhound possess Pyrokinetic and Thermokinetic Powers which helped in Covering it's tracks, scen

Colton signaled, and the door of the cage opened, letting that vampire come out who had challenged show Colton his place if he would come out by saying that ‘even dogs considered themselves as a lion in their area. “You’re so dead now.” The vampire hissed. “Trust me, and I had heard that before,” Colton said, looking at him casually. “PAIN” He used his power on Colton, who stood unaffected in front of him. The vampire looked at him in confusion until Colton’s mystical tattoo, known as the hunter's mark, located on their right arm, started appearing at Colton’s wish. This mark was invisible to all save for supernatural hunters or potential hunters until that hunter wanted to appear it or not.

At that moment, the Giant Turtle only wanted the Terror Hound gone. All six of the Terror Hound's eyes instantly reddened. "Bloody hell! Old Turtle, you want to get rid of me? I don't think you'll have the chance to do so." Then, the Terror Hound yelled at Darryl. "Dude, don't listen to that Old Turtle. As long as you help me kill that Old Turtle, I don't want the heavenly spiritual aura too. Also, I will help you leave this place, and I'll also teach you the Secret Speak. You've experienced the magic of the Secret Speak. It's extremely wonderful."

Thalia… Oh, this was interesting but things became even more interesting when he saw another werewolf. This one was a male with silver eyes and a jacket on. He could see the name of a pack on the jacket. Hellhounds. Lucien was familiar with them and judging by one of the symbols on the jacket this was their Beta. He saw the beta pick the girl up, a current of electricity erupting the moment there was skin contact.

And he stopped a few feet away from the black-eyed monster that was still growling low in its throat. Rhett looked at the monster's face, then its arms, and then its torso. That was when he noticed something that made the blood freeze in his veins. On the abomination's left shoulder, there was a mark and it was a tattoo of a mountain peak surrounded by stones…the official tattoo of the Stone Ridge pack.

His face contorts with pure rage as his mouth mumbles, "This track isn't over! Stiles and Derek, my claws will make sure you both pay dearly for this!" The next morning dawns bright and clear over the mountains. I am practicing my ancient Shadow Fang Warrior movements in a private courtyard atop the Moonlit Sanctuary, with my upper body bare to the wind. My tall, lean frame displays perfectly proportioned muscles across my chest, arms, and abdomen from years of intense physical training. An intricately detailed black wolf head tattoo sprawls across my chest, looking fierce and majestic in the sunlight. Unlike typical pack tattoos, this one is a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes that seem