Marauders Tattoo Novels & Stories

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

For two years, everyone believed I was dead. And maybe, in a way, I was. I disappeared after making one of the most foolish and reckless mistakes of my life. I trusted the wrong man. Jacob Draven. Our uncle. The Rogue King. He was ruthless enough to experiment on Rogues, twisting their bodies and minds until they became ferals—mindless creatures that knew nothing but bloodshed and destruction. And for a while, I unknowingly helped him. By the time I discovered the truth, it was already too late. Kael and Lyra eventually found Jacob, brought his reign of terror to an end, and killed him.

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.

Somehow, I see him having a problem with authority. He slips off his leather jacket, sets it down beside him, and sticks his left arm back. The tattoo I noticed when first meeting him is now clearly visible this close up. It's a golden eagle with wide-spread wings standing on top of an anchor, with the words Semper Fidelis above it, and US Marines beneath it in the same flowing script. "You were seriously a Marine?" Tobe asks, staring at his tattoo in awe. "That's so...hot." We all stare at her in surprise. Tobe rarely offers her own opinion, and she certainly doesn't call a man hot. She usually just sits in quiet thought, waiting for the shots to be made without her. She's a follower, but t

His hand reached under my right breast to caress me there. “When did you do this?” He asked in reference to the tattoo. “When he was supposed to turn one.” I placed my hand on his “I couldn't understand the fact that he wasn't with me, so getting a tattoo helped me heal and accept his destiny. Not to understand, but to accept.” “And did it hurt?” “Oh yeah, a lot.” I laughed at his expression of terror “The tattoo artist said it was common to feel pain in that area, since there are the ribs.”

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

I asked. "Because your mother showed me," Mara said, and she rolled up her sleeve. There, on her upper arm, was a mark. Not a scar or a tattoo, but something that looked like it had been burned into her skin. The shape of it was intricate and ancient, and it glowed faintly in the dim light of the tent. "She marked me with her blood," Mara explained. "It was her way of creating a record, a witness to the truth. The mark glows when a lie is being told in my presence. When false power is wielded. It's been burning almost constantly since Marcus took control."

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.