Marauders Tattoo Novels & Stories

Could it really be him? "Marco... your raven tattoo," I said, my voice shaky as I tried to make sense of it. He nodded slowly. "Yeah, Maddie. The raven on my back, along with my birth date tattoo, reminds me of how impossible it was between us. We were complete opposites, from different worlds. You were an angel, and I was a demon. Our worlds kept us apart. But from the moment I saw you, I couldn’t forget you. It became an obsession, one that started when I was young."

"The corruption makes it hurt. Makes you reject the truth. Makes you believe the pain means it's false when really—it means it's real. It means something is fighting to keep you from remembering." "I need to go." I started backing away. "I need to call Kang. I need—" "Amara, wait. Please." He pulled something from his pocket. Small. Silver. A blade etched with symbols. "Let me protect you. Really protect you. Whoever tried to kill you today—they might try again. And I can't—I can't always be here to save you." "But if you let me mark you—a protective mark—I'll know. I'll feel it if you're in danger. I'll be able to find you. I'll—"

Somehow, I had arrived back here. He stood, annoyed. “I am sorry, but no autographs right now,” he snapped. “The security guards should have told you. This is my private time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare.” With a guttural roar, I leapt right for his throat. I felt my incisor teeth expanding. The pain was horrible. But the hunger was worse. I sank my teeth in deeply. He screamed. But too late. My teeth sank deep into his veins. I drank.

"Did you learn anything else from them?" "There was a mark," he said, wincing as the effort pulled at his stitches. "A brand on their upper arms. Like a signet ring scorching a message into flesh. A tattoo of a dragon spitting fire. I’ve never seen it before, but they all had it, and it seems to bind them together. They might be rogues, but they belong somewhere. Either working for an organization or a pack we don’t know about.” I furrowed my brow, pondering this new information. “This is strange.”

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Keely hip-checked Indy and whispered, “So now that Domini is officially a McKay, let’s figure out where you’re gonna tattoo her.” “What? I have to get a tattoo?” “Ssh. India has tattooed all the women who’ve married into the McKay family with the McKay cattle brand. It’s something we started with AJ.” Keely grinned. “Since we didn’t throw a bachelorette party before AJ’s wedding, we had a private tattoo party afterward at Indy’s new studio. Channing and Macie’s brands are ‘tramp stamps’ on their lower backs. Mine is on my hip. Indy did hers on the inside of her left thigh last year. Skylar’s is on her shoulder.

Douglas vowed. “I am counting on your words. Make sure you keep them!” Douglas nod his head at me and touch the tattoo on his shoulder. The tattoo which is the drawing of an axe with a small handle and letters XXX written under it is a sign that represents our Mafia organization. Every member and worker of our Mafia has the tattoo on either their right hand arm or the back of their neck or on the upper part of their back for those that don’t want the tattoo to be seen. By touching the tattoo, Douglas pledges his loyalty to the organization.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

I said " I did a follow up on this one,the leader is new around this place. " Mark said.i nodded " the tattoo is a flower and a scorpion drawing with colours.they 5 in a group, it's a mix of females and males -all driving charcoal Mercedes amg, with aluminum rims...only by the time of robbery though" Marsha said, my other co-worker " I think those are enough clues to help us catch them at their next target, now Mark will trace where their next target might be at and we can go undercover like old time?" I asked, they all nodded

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.