Marauders Tattoo Novels & Stories

But instead of hiding them, intricate black tattoos have been etched around and through the damaged tissue. Flames that blend into wolves. Chains that turn into vines. It doesn't conceal the trauma. It enhances it and turns survival into something fierce and hauntingly gorgeous. I can't help myself. I draw closer, my hand trembling as I reach out. My fingertips brush the scarred skin gently, tracing one of the inked wolves. He goes completely still under my touch, his muscles taut. "Marcellus..." My voice cracks. He lets the sweater drop to the floor. The full sight steals what little breath I have left.

"Luna, if it will appease your anger, use your healing power to punish me. I only beg you not to break with Alpha Wyatt. I could never bear to be the cause of a Rejection." Seeing her kneeling, Wyatt's face hardened. "All this over a tiny tattoo? You're being hysterical." "The Luna, bullying her own Beta," he scoffed. "Have you no shame?" He moved to her side, helping her up by the shoulders, his expression laced with pity. "You never cared about this mark before, so what does it matter if I added Valerie's sigil? She's a symbol of our pack's battle-forged glory. Must you be so narrow-minded?"

"I admit I was wrong in the past. I'll make it up to her slowly. But what does that make Jasper, taking advantage of her grief?" At that moment, the ceremony reached the exchange of the mating mark. The High Priest held up a moonstone and asked me, the future Luna, if I was willing to accept the Alpha's mark. Kade could no longer contain his raging wolf. He shook off Chloe's hand and lunged for the altar. But he was intercepted by enforcers who were already on alert. He struggled but couldn't break free. All he could do was scream at the top of his lungs, "Anya, don't let him mark you!"

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

"You are a werewolf Bree and have been marked by a monster who your mate.. Hey guys don't forget to like. The next chapter has been uploaded on d****e @davi's story place on d****e. Bye for now

Tristian points out reasonably and As I think about it, I can’t help but see that he just might be right. There are indeed thousands of people with the same tattoo, same spot. The last thing I want to do is to jail an innocent person. I know how that feels like. Thinking more about that, eve marigold has that same tattoo. Same spot as that’s quite a popular spot for that type of tattoo. I’m not saying it’s marigold in the frame as she’s obviously a female but what if the person is one of her holigan friends and the tattoo is somewhat a symbol of their friendship bond?

"Sage, we have to act quickly and find trustworthy friends who can help us. We need to protect our pack and show these traitors. Do you remember anything else? Anything that can help us?" Sage nodded, his tired eyes showing his determination. "I remember something else, Marco. In all the chaos, I noticed that all those men had tattoos on their shoulders. The tattoos were different, something I hadn't seen before." I got interested in what Sage said. The tattoos could help us figure out who these people were. "Tell me more, Sage. What did the tattoos look like? Did they have any special pictures or patterns?" Sage closed his eyes, trying to remember even though he was weak. "The tattoos were

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

It’s indeed impossible because the tattoo on the mysterious man’s neck, which is a snake’s head with a tongue sword, belongs to a group working underground. The Shadow Maulers. The guard zoomed closer and proved that Kiel wasn’t mistaken. It’s really the tattoo that represents this one group. Their names got buried and forgotten as the time passed by, but seeing that they were back in action again. This is another threat.