Koh The Face Stealer Tattoo Novels & Stories

I would hate to rock the boat by bringing up a sore spot. “Did you talk to my dad?” I ask him, and he frowns. “No, he has been in a meeting for the past two days working on some shit treaty with that ‘Mad Alpha’ from Sage Moon.” My eyes go wide with excitement. “What does he look like? I heard his face is deformed from another rogue attack,” “He hides his face because of that.” Kohen looks over at me and smirks. “Apparently, his face is a real mess. Supposedly, it’s so bad that it will leave scars.”

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

“Because I never had one.” They didn’t laugh. But for a moment, it eased the weight in the air. Just enough. Elsewhere – In the Car Leaving the Estate Koji removed the chef coat. Underneath, his arms were lined with black tattoos — symbols of the fallen clans. He looked at the photo in his hand again. Soo-ah. But this time, someone else had circled the face in red. Not Soo-ah’s. But Sang-woo’s. Koji chuckled.

I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"

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.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

Cath said in a snappy saying. As embers flew in the feral and rotting flesh it wasn't Ruelle but Theo experiencing like a curse into which Theo woke up in cold sweat only to find a grim and depresssing woman covered in traditional hanuka and Aztec sigma written all over her body were tattoos that represent the undying old folk "Who are you?" Theo questioned with the alertness of retracting his wolf claws ready to attack the poor woman who was winding up some sage to release all the evil toxins in his Chi "Calm down! This is a shaman her name-" Cath got cut off and "WHY DID YOU LET HER IN??" Theo butted in as to seeing the embodienmnet of his fears

He looked like he was carved out of a stone, so majestic and mythical. I was flabbergasted and speechless. He was also having a tattoo on his left arm. It was a creeper plant with roses and it was intertwined with thorns. There was also a black wolf howling near it and the moon was above the plant. The art was beautiful and the guy himself was a rare piece of art.

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."