Marauders Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

“Or she must have something they want.” “But what?” I asked and no one had the answer. We sat in silence for a few seconds. Then Marcus spoke. “You remember the rogues that shot at us when we were heading to the Western Region?” I nodded. “Of course.” Marcus rolled up his sleeve. “Look,” he said. A dark triangle tattoo was inked near his wrist. It was simple. Three lines. My eyes widened. “Where did you get that?” “It’s not mine,” Marcus said quickly. “I copied it. One of the men we caught had it. The other one had the same tattoo in the exact same spot.”

As well as the slight red tint to his otherwise dark hair. Long gone were his slim runner's body, and in place was a thick, muscular body built just for battle. A few scars along his left side showed that he probably had already seen a few battles. Across his cheek and up to his temple were the same golden markings that everyone else was sporting; abstract and floral they were gorgeous. However, it was still not something my brother would have sported back home. This place was crazy. "I told you who I am, Erik. I'm your sister, Mara," I reiterated once again.

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

“Then we still have a chance.” Kilian’s gaze swept over the ranks. “Tonight, we fight for her. For every brother and sister who fell to Draven’s lies. For the moon that has turned her face away from us.” His voice deepened, almost a growl. “We bring her light back — or we die trying.” A low rumble of agreement passed through the army — claws scraping earth, hearts beating in rhythm. The warriors of the pack began their march through the woods, boots and paws pounding against the cold ground. Above them, thunder rumbled like a warning.

The marking ceremony began in earnest. Marcus stood at the ceremonial altar, but his mind kept replaying our last phone call. Something in my tone had unsettled his wolf, an unease that grew stronger with each passing moment. He turned to his Beta urgently, interrupting the ritual preparations. "Find Sarah. She won't let me mate another without causing trouble." As they finished the ceremonial toasts, Marcus led Rachel through the crowd of well-wishers. The Beta rushed back, face ashen.

Slowly, the world starts to piece itself back together. I roll off him, settling onto my side, pulling him against me. I grab the fur throw from the chair and drape it over us. Kieran is tracing a tattoo on my bicep. The old Redmaw mark I tried to burn off years ago, now just a scar covered by fresh ink. “They’re going to keep coming,” he whispers. He sounds sleepy, but the worry is there, a jagged edge under the softness. “Vorlag. The whispers. The paint.”

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

Mj pushed Mara at arms length but didn't let go of her “what's wrong Mara?” Mara opened her bottle and took a long drink before handing it to Mj who did the same. The two girls slid to the floor at the same time leaning against the bed. “Tanner is my mate” Mara almost whispered, Mj took the bottle and gulped down more of the spicy brown liquid, “Why don't you sound happy?” Mj asked as she passed the bottle back to Mara “He’s the brother of an Alpha Moll,” Mara explained “he lives in a pack and he’s a damn hunter so it's not like I could convince him to leave with me-” Mara clapped a hand over her mouth as she passed the bottle back to Mj who laughed low in her throat before she took anothe