Hell Hound Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

Now that we were shorter than an arm, I was sure that the tattoo that represented his capital sin was not the only drawing on his beautiful and contemplative olive skin. There were also more of those curved thorns descending to his strong abdomen, and I swore to have seen the tail of a snake drawn so that it went up through the gummies of his belly, before he noticed my look and I had to disguise it with the first thing that came in my head "maybe at that moment I forgot that he probably already knew what was going "You make it seem like there are parts in hell that are not fire and blood, Vraxlon.”

» Rakan bowed his head in shame, yes, he knows that Jayden is right, he knows that if he surrenders he will lose himself forever. He admits that he is a coward, that he is afraid of tomorrow, afraid of a time when he will be forced to surrender before he can defend himself, to return bathed in the shame of loss that will be put around his neck as an eternal collar, a sign that surrenders carry for life, a collar tattooed around their necks carried by many of them They lose their respect and the chance to get out of that pit of murder, crime and slavery and live a life together and start a family....

All the three elements, the wolf outline, the human skeleton that glinted golden and the words Red River inked in red glowed but the only element that stood out by glowing the most were the words: RED RIVER! It wasn't an ordinary tattoo that anyone could get it done from some tattoo artist. Even if one goes to the tattoo artist with the request of carving that tattoo, he would be turned down in a second, not just that but he would also be reported because this tattoo is the seal, a seal that's meant only for one Supernatural Race. They own it in the real sense because they are born with that tattoo. There is no tattoo artist hired for engraving that in the backhands of the species. It's natu

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

"I don't like to look at hellhounds so we're even." Our two hellhounds were once kept in a locked facility inside the citadel. Now we have two hundred, and we had to find a way to keep them contained and the island humans safe. Since toxin from a hellhound bite or scratch kills humans within a short time, our biggest fear is the hellhounds escaping. Shadow Warriors inject medication regularly to fight off the toxin. We've been unable to discover a cure for humans so we take no chances.

She hadn't realized, thought it was just his way of intimidating her. As she looked at him his expression changed, the sinister thug dropping away to be replaced by a wondering look. He brought a hand up and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. She blinked and glanced down at his hand. He had a tattoo of the word hell on his finger. It scared her into pushing his hand away and sliding sideways out of his reach.

My gaze sharpened. “This slave is useless,” I said coldly. “He bit his own tongue to keep silent.” I lifted the file slightly, angling it toward Alpha Dorian and Elder Henry, my finger tapping the image. “But this sign... What does it mean?” Alpha Dorian leaned forward and pointed at the image, his finger hovering just above the page. The tattoo was shaped like a jagged thunderbolt, carved in flesh. “When I first saw it,” Alpha Dorian said gravely, “I felt I had seen it before. So, I consulted the ancient history scrolls.”

She gasped and covered her mouth. Alejandro looked at her. “That tattoo. How did you get it?” she asked. “From a tattoo artist?” “It's a wolf.” “No, a dog. The symbol of The Lucien Brothers,” he stated but Avril did not believe him. She did not want to believe Alejandro was completely ordinary, even though he was.

“I could easily overpower you and turn the tide.” “My life isn’t enough to warrant a change in plans,” Hound retorted, a chilling chuckle escaping his lips. “I’m not holding you hostage; I’ve already killed you. You just don’t know it yet.” “What kind of madness is this?” Erlin challenged, confusion bubbling beneath his anger. Without warning, Hound lunged, his eyes shimmering with a disconcerting light, the tattoo of tears marking his allegiance shining brightly. “A seer?” Erlin’s brows knitted together in disbelief.