Hood Hand Tattoos Novels & Stories

“I got mine here because this part of my body was the first one that touched Alia. I grabbed her with this arm when I kidnapped her from Luna Clair’s Luna ceremony.” Alia was smiling from ear to ear, and her emotions showed an overflowing love for her mate. “And I got mine here.” Jacob also raised his entwined hand with Clair. A “Princess” tattoo was inked at the back of his right hand, from the end of his thumb toward his wrist. “So every Alpha and person I shake hands with knows how committed I am to my Luna.”

I don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to my father, as if this brings back memories of her own ceremony. She then says something in an unknown tongue and I feel a brief burning sensation on the fourth finger of my left hand. My eyes widen in shock when I see an intricate, woven tattoo with the letter V in the center - Vega and Volkova. “We all understand the gesture that you are now making. Taking the hand of the one who loves you is the symbol of the unspoken bond you two share; a bond you made when you were both five years old, and a bond that still persists.”

They can ruin nothing. … Drying my hair, I look once again at the photo that laid on the table. A hand and a tattoo. The hand was so pale it looked like if the person was dead. But something in the picture called my attention. The hand was so delicate, beautiful and long nails. The tattoo over the hand had a weird symbol. I turn my head to the side but didn’t get to understand what it was. Deciding to flip the photo, I stop and notice it. A moon mark and something else. Frowning, I get the photo closer to my face.

Skyla moved it from left to right and then vice versa as she said, shocked, "What was that? Something appeared in my right hand?" She used the fingers of her left hand to touch her right backhand and said, "I felt a sudden pain over here and something happened! Something like a tattoo appeared!" "What was that?!" Skyla said, her voice shaky. Her own word rang in her mind again and she said while sucking in a long breath, "A tattoo? Wait! In the supernatural world, it's just the lycans who have tattoos on their right backhands! It's natural and nobody could copy it!"

The fact that he was able to keep up his work for Hands in Paws was just a bonus. Rubbing the leather band on his wrist, Ink didn't have to look at the silver clasp that was a small no-fur hand being held by a larger tom paw. He knew the shape by heart. He'd been the one who designed it, after all. Hands in Paws needed a symbol, something that was obvious but not too obvious. The leather bracelets with the cleverly molded clasp were the answer to that problem. They were now able to identify each other quickly. It saved them hours of useless subterfuge.

On the left side of his back, I saw a compass tattoo. But what piqued my curiosity the most was a lone tattoo at the left bottom of his back. There were two hands. One was big and bulky, indicating that it was of man's. The other was slim and slightly smaller in size, indicating that it was of a woman's. Both hands were at a little distance away from each other and were connected through the chains. They were facing away from each other as if trying to oppose the chains. Beneath the tattoo, I noticed some lettering.

I raised my hand and showed him the inner side my left wrist that had his full name tattooed on it in cursive writing. “Not as amazing as yours but I guess it’s something” I said. Elias took hold of my wrist and took a closer look of it, making my stomach fill with butterflies as his gaze was intense. “It’s perfect” he said before he kissed me on the hand hand softly and gently ran his thumb over my sore looking knuckles. I had punched papa’s bodyguard with my good hand, which was my left hand, and luckily enough I hadn’t broke it because if I had then I wouldn’t have been able to get Elias’s name tattooed on it and that would have been very disappointing.

My fingers ached to explore the sculpted lines, the subtle indentations, to trace the hidden contours of his body, to delve into the unspoken depths of his soul. I reached out, my hand drawn as if by an invisible force, my fingertips lightly tracing the intricate tattoo that adorned his right bicep. The inked design, a complex tapestry of swirling lines and ancient symbols, stood out in stark relief against the rich, bronze tone of his skin. He shivered slightly at the delicate touch, a subtle, involuntary response that sent a thrilling jolt of awareness coursing through me, a tangible sign of the power I held over him. I lingered on the intricate pattern, following the sweeping lines and in

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

Instinct took over and with the guidance of Scarlett, the baby latched onto her mother’s breast. “Definitely my child.” Knuckles murmured as he gently brushed his hand over her soft red curls. Protect what’s mine The tattoos over his knuckles held a new meaning as he looked at them holding his daughter. Neither saw Siobhan as she snapped a picture of them. Nessie leaning against Knuckles’ bare chest with Abigail at her breast. Finger tattoos proclaiming PROTECT WHAT’S MINE cupped the tiny head. The other hand declaring DEFEND WHAT’S MINE were interlaced with smaller fingers with runes on them holding the small body.