Hell Hound Tattoo Novels & Stories

He would keep the house and his car in case we ever choose to come back so that we would have a place to stay. “Now focus,” Damien said as his blue eyes stared into my hazel eyes. “Let out your demon and focus on where you want to go,” our hands were together and we stood in the clean living room. I looked at the ground at our feet and focused my eyes until I could see a speck of dust on the hard wooden floors, telling me that I successfully let out my inner demon and it was now time to attempt my teleporting into Hell. I took a deep breath and focused on the things that Damien had told me about Hell, about the Garden, and I imagined myself surrounded by fire and screaming souls. Why did I f

“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....

From the path ahead, his eyes got settled on the tattoo etched on his right backhand glowing at his fullest indicating that the power coursing in his veins got activated and showed up to beat the curse of death that the forest is known for. It was a blue colored tattoo of the growling wolf, showing off his fangs whose eyes revealed the cut-throat rage that was buried in them. Inside the blue outlined growling werewolf was a human skeleton head and the upper body that glowed golden in color. On the inner border of the blue colored outline of the wolf, something was written in capital format inked in red color. The capital words spelled RED RIVER. All the three elements, the wolf outline, the

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.

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.