Male Arrow Compass Tattoo Novels & Stories

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss. “You may sit and receive your mark.” Mr streeter steps to the side to allow Will to make his way over to the tattoo man. He sits bending forward to allow the man access to the back of his neck. The tattoo man picks up the needle and starts his work. All Hunters receive the same mark, two crossed swords encircled by a snake. The ink used is laced with magic which is what gives us our heightened gifts. I watch in interest as the tattoo is completed, will the gift present itself straight away? It differs from hunter to hunter. Some may feel the power awakening in there bodies whilst others take longer to

” He grabbed my hands and led me to the carnival shooting booths handing me the small arrows to arm at the water ball. He goes first, and with five arrows he misses like a toddler losing a game. That motivates me to aim, win and give him the puppy plushie. If I didn't know Machado was a feared Mafia Boss, I'd argue with anyone who told me —-- because right now, he is jumping with excitement like a kid getting a prize. His joy disarms me like a toy gun shooting real bullets. His tattoos peak from his knuckles and arm—- two rings on his fingers, the index and pinkie, probably making his family rank. Skulls and bullets inked on his knuckles.

Goosebumps rise on her flesh under my hand which is resting on the golden lotus. She pulls her hair to one side and holds onto it as she shuffles and turns onto her front. “What the fuck?” my wolf growls the same words that I have to bite back so I don’t worry her. Right between her shoulder blades is a sparrow. My special name for her, and also the Greek symbol of love and connection. That is… well it’s crazy that her mark would contain such a crystal clear image of the tiny bird… but it is not that that bothers me or my wolf. The easily six inch wide wreath of monkshood surrounding the bird is what has set my beast off.

I waited by the side, shoes in my hand as Alex made quick work of gathering all our belongings and shoving them inside the basket. The winds now felt chilly as they hit my wet clothes and Alex must have noticed it too because he took off his semi-wet shirt and draped it over my shoulders. Holy fucking cow! The man was ripped! But what caught my attention most was the tattoo that covered most of the right side of his abdomen, his chest and then to his shoulders. I didn't know what that meant, but they looked like ancient symbols of some kind. But whatever the meaning…it was absolutely stunning.