Illyrian Tattoos Acotar Novels & Stories

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

They both have the same tattoo… The tattoo I had seen on Lucian's body was on Elliot's arm. I almost stopped to ask Elliot about his tattoo that day at Pizza Lovers. But I was in a haste to catch up with the whisperer, so unfortunately, I couldn't. It was the exact same tattoo, the moon with a crown around it. I concluded back then that they would have gotten the tattoo from the same place, since it was something cool and trending, at least that was what Lucian said. He said he got this particular tattoo in a tattoo shop because it was cool and he liked it.

Lucian and Enzo stood in the VIP alcove, away from the crowd, surrounded by velvet ropes and desire thick enough to taste. Lucian looked like sin incarnate. Black leather pants hugged his thighs like they were molded to him. His shirt — or what was left of it — clung to his sculpted torso, sheer and soaked from the heat of the crowd. The fabric hung open down the middle, revealing hard planes of muscle and the inked trail of a snarling lycan tattoo that disappeared beneath his waistband. Across his collarbone, a fresh mating mark still glowed faintly, the skin raw and bitten deep — carved there by Enzo only hours ago.

Lylah shrugged. The first line was destroyed. More werewolves, despite having many of their men down, still surged toward Lylah and the group. They were firmer and stronger, with heavy long blockers ready to support them at the front line. Falcon couldn't help but stare at Lylah's tattoo, especially the one on her left shoulder: ‘Little Wolf’. Then the other tattoos—where did she get them? As if sensing his gaze, Lylah glanced at him with a blank look.

he drawled, "took you long enough. I was beginning to think you had changed your mind about spending the weekend with me." I rolled my eyes but could not help the smile that tugged at my lips. "Dream on, Killian," I replied, climbing into the passenger seat as he held the door open. Killian was hard to ignore—he was a huge guy, broad-shouldered and tall, with a presence that demanded attention. His dark hair was always a bit unruly, a perfect contrast to his sharp jawline and intense green eyes. His left arm was covered in a sleeve tattoo, the ink swirling down his arm in an intricate design—black lines, shaded geometric patterns, and symbols that I could not fully make sense of but seemed t

The man smiled and sat back. “There, it’s perfect,” he said, proud of his work. Layana hurried over. Looking at the tattoo, it mapped his shoulder and bicep, it was indeed magnificent, a deep black, red ink, that seemed to ripple slightly whenever the light touched it, the eyes of the phoenix and the tail were laced with glittering red. The detail was impressive and Layana nodded in approval “It’s beautiful,” she said noticing the necklace that hung in Declan’s neck, rather jealous of it being so close to him, trying not to focus on how extremely attractive he was.

All of a sudden, his brother seemed to care for Ace's feelings. Breiy incredulously glared at him more before he turned to look at Ace who he knew would face their parents alone, since Blaze is so ruthless since earlier today. Bella and Lander openly gaped when a handsome guy emerged from the laundry. They both stared and openly inspected Ace with their keen eyes. Ace's tattoo on his upper arm is slightly peeking from the sleeve of his gray t-shirt and another tattoo on the lower side of his wrist that is running upward just until his elbow. He also has a piercing with a stud and loop earrings in just one ear.

Kayden Welcome back Waylen.." I said as I smirked. He roared even more in anger and excitement. He felt angry because of what the crescent moon pack did to us and also excited because he was finally awake and ready for revenge. I let out a loud roar that shook the whole place. It was actually a signal for my pack to know that their Lycan king has risen again. I then broke free from all the chains that I was bound with. I let Waylen take control of me and let out another roar.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.