Klaus Mikaelson Tattoo Novels & Stories

but then suddenly a sharp pain goes on my shoulder and I pass out. Going to Alpha's Point of view again, He spoke with his mates about what just happen."Guys, Hear me out. Just now I saw a tattoo vaguely visible on that guy's inner left arm. It was exposed due to him stretching his hand to keep me away. It was a wolf-like claw with a sword in a diagonal position. It's Crimson Claw mark. Mikael has started to move." Hearing that, everyone gasp in shock as I adjust Liliana in my arm"Gosh trev. You could have got her killed with that hit you dumbass." I complain and he just laugh and said "sorry, but this will be easier."

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

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."

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

Eclipse’s neon sign flickered behind Damien, casting red and blue across the sharp lines of his jaw. “Depends how hard you choke me,” Kai said, bold as brass, even though his pulse was already racing. He set the glass down with a soft clink and leaned forward, tattoos flexing along his forearms. “Because if you’re going to mark me up again, I want it to count. I want to feel it tomorrow when I’m pouring drinks for people who have no idea I spent the night getting wrecked by a man who doesn’t even say my name out loud half the time.” Damien’s gaze dropped to the faint purple bloom still visible just above Kai’s collar from Night Three—the hickey he hadn’t bothered to hide. Then it drifted low

He turned slightly, exposing his back and ribs, and pointed before taking my hand and placing it. Faint slits lined each side of his torso, almost undetectable unless you looked for them. Kairos's skin was covered in faint tattoo-like patterns that did not appear to be ink. When exposed to light, they shimmered subtly. Some were symbols, others resembled a flowing script that I could not decipher, and his gills were hidden beneath them.

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

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.

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.