Juggalo Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

Blood sprayed. Druscilla flinched back in her seat, eyes wide—terrified, but I caught the flicker of relief too. She'd never seen this side of me. The monster. The guy lifted his head, nose smashed, blood pouring. A tattoo curled behind his ear—Vladka. Serpent and scorpion ink. Street-level scum. I didn't give a damn. He snarled, "Hey, who the fuck do you think—" I drove my fist into his face again. Bone crunched. Grabbed his wrist, yanked his arm straight.

''So let's start. ''Yeah, let's.......'' We spoke the whole of the afternoon mainly about unnecessary things like between white shelled eggs and brown shelled eggs which produce the cutest chicks. By evening, we were done and he made his way out. As he attempted to grab his jacket off the stand rack I noticed a tattoo stapled at the back of his neck. It looked like a face but half of its face was that of a human with long fangs and the other part morphed into a deadly looking wolf.

There are rumors of them carving an hourglass into the flesh of their enemies and I want to believe its just a myth. There was also a skull with little flies buzzing around it between the reaper's hands. Didn’t have to guess what that meant. Some Flyers get their logo tattooed on their chest and others on their back. My dad’s was on his back but I knew Missile’s for example was on his chest. I had no clue if one had a different significance than the other but I was curious. For whatever reason I felt like it was a very personal question, one I would have to wait to find out. I damn sure wasn’t going to ask where Punch got his. “Here,” he shouts, holding out the paper and stopping abruptly, I

I nearly yelled when I saw the numerous tattoo he had on, but one gripped my attention, and I knew instantly he was a mafia He threw his jacket on the couch and brush back his hair with his right palm, he was still on his mask, I can't see his face yet, but his hair was curly black as some of them fell to his face, even without seeing his face looking at his green eyes one can tell that he's fucking handsome.

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

My mate. Drenched in blood, glistening under the moonlight. There were indescribable circular tattoos inscribed on both of his forearms. And a large Wolf face tattooed on his right side of his chest. His hair were long and overly messy. Each strand scattered across his face, sporting a shade of brown. His brown full boxed beards had grown messy too. If I found Jerry the perfect handsome man then that theory had changed now. Our eyes finally met and I instantly lost every iota of courage within me. Those Hazel eyes of his clearly expressed the suffering, pain, anger and hatred he had nurtured within him.

I am completely fumed, and I am jumping around inside the metal doors, hopping mad. Gali quickly clicks his communication crystal to send J'onn Cute his exact map marker, rolls down the thick glass, and glares right into my eyes. I gasp when I see his scary face. “What the—?!” Just looking at his big nose and sharp jaw makes my blood boil like hot soup. I am already totally enraged because his pack elders will not let me sign my freedom papers smoothly, and now this giant beast is blocking my path again.