Klaus Hargreeves Tattoos Novels & Stories

After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

But his eyes are cruel, dark and cold. "He...He has black hair, and a tattoo on his neck,” I say, shaking my head. The pain is slowly starting to diminish, leaving me feeling, gasping for air. I see fear ghost across Kastriv’s face. "Is the tattoo words, or a picture?" "A picture. I don't know what it is though." It appeared to be depicting something very particular, but it’s impossible to decipher. "Keo..." Kastriv murmurs. I frown, sitting up. The pain quickly falls away, leaving me feeling empty and vacant.

“Do I make you unhappy?” I swallowed, shaking my head. “No,” He kissed me deep and slowly before he pulled me apart, and I rested my head back on his chest, running the tip of my finger through every fascinating masterpiece on his chest. His torso was covered in black and white tattoos, from a Madonna and child on his stomach to a dagger weaving through his collarbone from shoulder to shoulder. A cross on one of his pecs and a rose on the other. A domed church on his side. A lighthouse on his left arm and on his right arm, below his bullet wound, was a familiar tattoo in red. I'd seen it on Savio's arm as well.

It’s indeed impossible because the tattoo on the mysterious man’s neck, which is a snake’s head with a tongue sword, belongs to a group working underground. The Shadow Maulers. The guard zoomed closer and proved that Kiel wasn’t mistaken. It’s really the tattoo that represents this one group. Their names got buried and forgotten as the time passed by, but seeing that they were back in action again. This is another threat.

Like material wealth? "If it makes you feel any better," Kyle added with a sigh, lowering his voice, "I saw that the assassin had a tattoo on his forearm. And it looked like the assassin wanted to get Levi. The gun was just too long." My stomach tightened. That is not what I want to hear. "What did the tattoo look like?" I asked sharply. "A circle with a diamond inside. That's it," Kyle said, already reaching for a jewelry case. "Now I'll help you pack your collection."

Alvara's Point of View I had been right to assume Teagan knew someone for the tattoo. She had made her dislike of the thought clear but still supported me enough to introduce me to one of Harland's friends. Jean had his ears stretched. Almost every piece of skin was covered in tattoos. Except for his face, besides for one random unicorn close to his hairline. He was a happy-go-lucky type of person. Artwork framed his walls along with him and another man together in photos. Everything was sterile. Clean to a point where even Ozias would approve.

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.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

Kai hissed, eyeing the surrounding people. The doors to the Gallery burst open and four people rushed in. Three women and one man. The man wore a satchel across his shoulder. He's an elderly man with faded warrior tattoos, but the Gold tattoos on his hands that signifies him as a healer were still shining brightly as if he just got them painted.

the tattooed man blabbered. "Drop the act! Those two people have already told us everything you've ordered them to do. What's the point of hiding anything now!?" Claus bellowed. The pentagram tattooed guy frowned. 'Did they capture Conrad and the doctor too? So, the two men who had walked up to me. Were they the ones?' "Traitor! I knew it was a bad idea, keeping you all alive! You should have been dealt with in the first place!" the man with the tattoo cursed.