Marauders Tattoo Novels & Stories

Mara hissed. “The Alpha of the Moonflame Pack has two daughters! I’m the younger one. My name is Evadne.” I pulled up my right sleeve. Every wolf has a tattoo of their pack’s insignia on their right arm. Those who don’t are the ones excommunicated and banished, the ones who became Rogues. When their eyes landed on my right arm, their brows raised. “I told you,” I smirked. “Yeah you did,” said the one on my right.

“Gosh, this was a new shirt!” “Don’t you have a washing machine?” I asked between laughs. “Babe, the expensive stuff doesn’t matter. All I want is you,” he said and pouted. I laughed again. I was really having fun with Jarred and the Stone Pack. Yes, you heard me, the Stone Pack. Jarred, Abigail, Charles, Dustin, and Alex made it up. I guess this school runs in packs, not ‘groups’ or ‘cliques’. I asked Jarred why they called themselves ‘a pack’, but he laughed at me like I was crazy.

he looked focus and I didn’t want to bother him again. I scanned the room and realized the ropes that bond the girls together were loose, too loose for people held against their will. Then I noticed a tattoo on one of them, a very familiar Mexican mafia Red Arrow tattoo. It sat right on her wrist where the rope was loose, a second look showed they all had the same tattoo, even the men that brought them in. “Uncle Tee” I called out panicking “Not now Marcella” he replied “Uncle Tee we have to get out of here, it’s a trap, it’s a …” Gun shots sprayed across the room

Since Rolph had never met this guy or took any business from him, the only possible explanation was that the guy was connected to Marek. To think that the greatest threat to his life walked into his home, spent the night and even bought his Elite as a slave was overwhelming. Rolph was shaken to his core. So many things ran through his brain. Why would Draco risk coming to his home? What was his agenda? Rolph immediately accessed the security database of the ranche, looking for footage of Draco but to his surprise, he found none until he spotted a familiar tattoo behind the ears of one of Draco's men who was being sneaky. The tattoo was Draco's and it was patent. No other person can use it un

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

I bit down as gently as possible, piercing her skin and then pulled back, licking the wound closed gently as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Instinct took over, and she lunged at me, sinking her own teeth into my neck and then rearing back to lick the blood away and seal the wound. I looked at her mark, a tattoo of two wolves staring at each other with a full moon behind them. I knew mine would be the same. "You marked me," Marissa said in disbelief, touching her neck softly and tracing the tattoo with her finger.

For a while, I thought my father's men captured me, and would try to bring me back to Red Stone Pack. It fills me with horror just thinking about it. I just could not go back there. There is nothing in Red Stone Pack for me. My gaze went back to my captors. They were no ordinary wolves. They have the same massive build and tall frames. And the one thing distinguishing them was the tattoo on their left arm. From my distance, it looks like a flower with an intricate design, but on closer inspection, it appears as a mandala with an eye in the middle.

Fûcked By The New Neighbour (2) Mara took a beer for herself and sat down. “Vaughn, I see you have a Marine Corps tattoo on your upper arm. Is that your only tattoo?” “Mara, I’ve always thought that if you have a Marine tattoo, that’s all you need. I did my twenty years and loved every minute of it. Then I took retirement, and now I’m loving every minute of that too. I just do whatever the fúck I want.”