Joker Tattoo Forearm Novels & Stories

“It’s – well. Some of it’s really bad. But you must know that, right?” Ace thought about the beatings that had gone on for hours; the crunch of lower leg bone; the knife carving out his left eye; the razors cutting the skin off his chest. Joker had insisted on removing his Fallen Angels tattoo personally, claiming that a cock-sucking traitor had no right to have it on his body any longer, and Ace still wasn’t sure if Joker had been more outraged by his disloyalty to the club, or his homosexuality.

The half tattoo is faded, but there’s just enough of it left that I’m able to make out the letters written in cursive and divided from the top half. J.A It doesn’t take me long enough to figure out that the words—or what’s left of it— are initials. One that once stood for Jey and Anthony. It’s that obvious. What I see on his once full finger is a ring. Branded into flesh. The kind you don’t slip on or off or lose—but bleed through. My hand trembles slightly as I reach for his. I gently trace the edge of the scar with my fingertip. Light and careful, like it might vanish if I touch it too hard.

He stares at my arm, at where the sleeve of the jumper I’m wearing is rolled up enough and his eyes focus right in on where the tattoo is. I paid a small fortune for that tattoo. It’s a phoenix. It felt almost poetic at the time although I’d admit now it’s a bit cheesy. Its wings are inked into flames. It stretches over my forearm, not too big, but it covers what he’d done. How he’d marked me.

"I am so happy. Although I hate that you'll be staying, I am just too happy to care." John's eyes were locked on Luke's, specifically on the spot where his neck met his left shoulder. He knew what was half-hidden under Luke's crew neck t-shirt. He saw what was now there, something like a tattoo, lighter than ink but nevertheless similar to something permanently etched. It depicted a bear and a wolf leaning into each other. And around it? What looked like a fresh bite mark?

Jack moved to the center of the room, and with a calm yet determined demeanor, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his bare back which surprisingly looked athletic, remembering how the Alpha is a strict businessman who rarely went to the gym as he was too busy for it. “You see this mark over here?” Jack said, pointing at the mesmerizing yet ominous design that was etched into his flesh like a tattoo. “This is what I want you to heal. Do you think you can do that?”

I wanted this tattoo to represent both parts of him, and that's why I asked Madeline to draw his wolf's eyes blue. I wanted to do something special for Jarek, and what more special could be than to have his wolf as a tattoo on my body? I want to reveal my tattoo when we will take the next step and complete our mate bond. This tattoo will be a symbol of my love and loyalty not only towards him but his wolf as well. Closing my eyes, I think about Jarek tuning out the pain as Madeline starts working on the tattoo. It is not going to be a big tattoo, just a medium-sized one on my nape. But it requires a lot of details, so it will take some time to finish.

I looked back to my finger and it was a band like a ring but it was on my middle finger. "Seems you are the one for our boy" Storm said holding her hand up. Next to her wedding ring on her middle finger was the same tattoo. I saw Armal hold his hand up and he had the same. They explained this is the symbol of being bonded to the Askook Thunder Kingdom, not Jax. That was a little bit of a relief but I felt disappointed. "Jax will be in here for a day or two and with the old pack being here an attack won't happen tonight." Armal said to us all.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

He had his dad's charm and maybe something darker and evil than his dad that no one knew. Lucifer had many guys working under him; if his workers dared to double-cross him, they would pay with their lives. His guys all had to have a tattoo with the MF. Letters. Their tattoo was unique a dagger in a heart and thorns with dripping blood engraving MF. Some chose to wear it on their neck and arms, while others decided to have it tattooed across their chest. Joshua had a different type of tattoo, also mafia but chose to be unique, the same as his dad.

Except Alexei didn’t have a hairy chest, and the intricate tattoos on his arms were quite a sight when he removed his suit jacket. They were both full-sleeved tattoos on both arms, covering him from the wrists all the way to his shoulders. They were all in black ink, with some designs more prominent than others. A wolf’s head covered most of his right bicep, while something of an archangel covered the other. A snake wrapped around the entirety of his left forearm. The rest were too small for her to discern from where she sat. “No, you go home with your father, after this whole storm clears,” he replied, folding his jacket. “It’s not my style to keep girls hostage. Your father and I will keep