Itachi Tattoo Crow Novels & Stories

The second one is under complete surveillance and third one is only for the staff which only includes alpha and their betas. “Look he had a tattoo on his trample.” Asher pointed out and zoom it before showing it to me. I turned my gaze at road briefly before turning back to screen. The tattoo was of a big wolf eating its own tail. I have seen it somewhere. But where? “Reed watch out.” Asher shouted and I blacked out. The sound of glass shatter dropping in the background.

Summer was present. It was a very strong and humid sun, the pirates could barely stand the heat, they were all on their backs. Igor was looking at his map. His body was hot, his hair was wet from sweat. Kataleya approached. “ Why the Triquetra tattoo? Igor: “ It means eternity! Kataleya: “ Eternity of what? Igor stared: “ I don't know, tell me! Igor extended his hand, so that Kataleya could read her destiny. Kataleya touched his hand and shook her head.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

“Everything. I want to know who this fucker was.” Rico and the other guard moved quickly, going through the dead man’s pockets. Wallet…no ID. Phone…burner, probably untraceable. Keys. Then Rico stopped. “Boss.” His voice was tight. “You need to see this.” I moved closer as Rico pulled back the man’s collar, revealing his neck. There, just below his hairline, was a tattoo. It was small but unmistakable. A symbol I’d hoped never to see again.Three interlocking circles forming a triangle with a crown at the center.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

And that did the job, he snatched away the fake ID from me and walked away angrily. I noticed the tattooed man staring at me now while sipping his drink slowly, fuck! He’s so hot. He looked so manly in a suit which suggests that he is either a businessman or a body guard to some rich men. But on a second thought, body guards don’t wear such expensive accessories all over him. I can recognize his ring form here.

They were from Kaden’s. The two-headed wolf tattoo on their chests was a dead giveaway to that. It was their pack’s trademark, and they were popular for it. I groan inwardly. This shouldn’t take long if I had my letter with me, but as I rummaged through the car I cursed. I should have brought the other car because I remember the letter from the council was there. Great. Just great. Suddenly, the biggest one with a bulky chest and huge muscles placed his one foot on the hood of my car. I raise a brow at him, but it’s as if he found my reaction amusing, and he chuckled.