Hell Hound Tattoo Novels & Stories

He beckoned me over. I walked to the corpse of the assassin, the one with the poison spear. Drax was holding the rogue's arm up. He had ripped the tattered sleeve away to reveal the forearm. There, branded into the greyish skin, was a tattoo. It was a black circle with a jagged red lightning bolt cutting through it. "I know this mark," Drax said, his voice grim. "It’s the sigil of the Iron Hounds. Malakar’s elite guard from the old wars."

I hope you find what you are looking for. I stared down at the bottom of the page and found a drawing of flames and inside the flames was a cauldron that had the letter H written on it.It was a peculiar tattoo. One that I had never seen before.It would be easy to find HELL if this was some TV show but if Hell was smart, he’d have taken off the tattoo by now. That would be the smart thing to do. A man that wanted to hide would not be stupid enough to leave out any clue that could be used to find him.“All we have to do is look for a man with similar tattoos. Right?” Olivia looked up at me in question.“I don’t think it would be that easy. Hell wouldn’t be stupid enough to still have that tattoo

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

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.

EVANGELINE. My gaze snaps back to the tattoo on his torso, realising it’s not just any snake but the symbolic sea serpent of Hades… The symbol of the Night Shade Pack, how did I not realise! I look up at him, grasping onto the fact that I had gone straight from the wolf’s den into the monster’s lair…

He’s attractive too — I’ve often thought his smile, in particular, is rather distracting. “Do you have a mate, Henry?” Renee asks, smirking when she catches me checking him out. I flush. Henry settles on his lounger, getting comfortable. “No. I can’t find my mate while this is active,” he says, pointing to the tattoo on his shoulder. I’ve noticed it before — a black circle with a howling wolf’s head in the centre, and calligraphy looping around the inside rim. I frown at him. “What do you mean?”

I froze, it was time had stopped, my blood rushed to my ears as all the hair at the back of my hair stood as I looked up at the man in front of me. No! It can't be! "You know me right?" He asked, smirking at my reaction. Of course! How couldn't I know who he was? My stomach twisted in knots as I looked past his face and at the tattoo peeking from the side of his neck. This was the famous tattoo of anyone that belonged to The Blood Moon Pack. A wolf head soaked with blood, it's once white fur stained with the red liquid as a few drops fell from it leaving a pool just underneath it.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.

She touched her face and neck, her finger connected with her mark and it sparkled. She checked it on the mirror and was in awe at the beautiful design on her neck, it was not just a mark but a tattoo of a wolf with golden fur and grey, it was so beautiful that it looks real. Hold a minute, Ellie took a stare at herself again and she choke holding her throat, what have she done? Or what have Helen done? “Helen, what happened?” Ellie asked her wolf Helen yawned and rolled her eyes at Ellie for being too dramatic “I had to stop the pain we were feeling” She said like it was no big deal.