Hell Hound Tattoo Novels & Stories

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

His other shoulder is clearly marked with a symbol that I know all too well, and it makes me pale instantly, my blood running cold, as he turns enough to make it visible. It’s the ancient symbol for RA the sun god, bestowed upon all hunters as a tribute when they make their first kill of a supernatural. There’s no other reason for it and I have never seen a human with a tattoo of this design. They wouldn’t have ever seen it as it disappeared with the hunters.

I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe just a couple of puncture scars from his canines and/or fangs, but what is there is something totally unexpected. It was like a full tattoo. It was of a wolf howling in front of a full moon, which had a crown wrapped around it with what looked like vampire fangs hanging from it. Next to the wolf was what looked like a cat, though it wasn’t a cheetah. I moved even closer to the mirror, frowning at the mark, as it seemed a little incomplete. There seemed to be a blurry section around the Cat. It was as if something was missing, though I didn’t know what.

As Hudson turned toward the closet, Selena’s eyes widened. A large tattoo covered his entire back, showing a fierce golden-eyed wolf—his wolf. But it wasn’t just the tattoo that made her gasp. Beneath it, hidden within the lines of ink, were scars, faint but noticeable, crisscrossing his skin. Her heart tightened as she looked closer. Without thinking, she moved toward him. Her hand trembled as she reached out, lightly tracing the tattoo with her fingertips. His skin felt warm, almost unreal, and she could feel the energy coming from him. But her focus stayed on the scars.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

They were from Kaden’s. The two-headed wolf tattoo on their chests was a dead giveaway to that. It was their pack’s trademark, and they were popular for it. I groan inwardly. This shouldn’t take long if I had my letter with me, but as I rummaged through the car I cursed. I should have brought the other car because I remember the letter from the council was there. Great. Just great. Suddenly, the biggest one with a bulky chest and huge muscles placed his one foot on the hood of my car. I raise a brow at him, but it’s as if he found my reaction amusing, and he chuckled.

Jonathan tone went from happy to concerned and deadly the moment he entered the room seeing a obvious hellhound puppy getting pets from his obvious Allena. "She's so precious, can we keep her?" Allena looked up as the hellhound curled up in her arms while purring with contentment. "Darling this is a hellhound pup from hell itself." Jonathan hoped his lover could see reason. "She's too cute to hurt us right baby. Isn't that right girl? You're too cute to hurt us!" Allena crooned at the hellhound as she rubbed her ears, and she purred as her tail wagged happily.