Hell Hound Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

he replied. His scent filled the space between us..cleaner than anything in this rotting dungeon. It made something deep in my chest twist. I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust him. But I wanted to. He leaned back just enough to look at me fully, hood falling away from his face. A tattoo peeked from the side of his neck…two crescent marks overlapping. Purplemoon. Old-blood. Rare. I stared before I could stop myself. Before I could ask. Before I could breathe.

She said. “ Yes.. Don't you know that Werewolves and Vampires marks their mates ” Hazel said giving her a ‘ everybody knows this ’ look. “ I know that.... Have Kayden marked you ? ” Muna asked. “ Yes ” Hazel said as a blush tainted her cheeks. “ Can I see it ” Muna said. “ Sure ” Hazel said then she pulled down the collar of her dress and pointed “ There ” She said and Muna narrowed her eyes at the spot she pointed and she could see a name written there like a design.

My mate. Drenched in blood, glistening under the moonlight. There were indescribable circular tattoos inscribed on both of his forearms. And a large Wolf face tattooed on his right side of his chest. His hair were long and overly messy. Each strand scattered across his face, sporting a shade of brown. His brown full boxed beards had grown messy too. If I found Jerry the perfect handsome man then that theory had changed now. Our eyes finally met and I instantly lost every iota of courage within me. Those Hazel eyes of his clearly expressed the suffering, pain, anger and hatred he had nurtured within him.

The same round bolt that could be used to open the secret door layer. My heart began racing so badly I could feel it logging in my throat begging to be relieved. The leg made a movement that drove their combat pants up their ankle and it revealed hairy legs along with a tattoo that was a little too familiar. It was the tattoo of a wolf moving around in a circle chasing its tail. I could swear I had seen it somewhere before.

"I am not sure yet. I just heard some ladies at the club talking about it. However, what if it's just another mob called Black Wolves, you don't even know what the killer looks like?" "I may not have seen his face, but he has a black wolf tattoo. A tattoo of a wolf was clearly drawn on his arm, and the word BLACK was boldly drawn in it, signifying black wolves. I am sure every clan member must have a tattoo like that, just like we all in the Adrenaline mob, who have dragon tattoos".

The whole idea seemed futile but no other way than to make themselves appear prepared. On their way, Allie spotted a large painting of a Hellhound standing in the middle of a misty, darkened forest, its eyes glowing and taking the attention away from everything else that had been expertly drawn on the canvas. The omega tilted her head at the artwork, admiring it for a while.