Meliodas Demon Mark Tattoo Novels & Stories

“If Jason kicks off the compromise, I want him have a medium treatment from you!” Again, Mark nodded. His two hands were clenched in front of him, deep old scar was on his cleavage bone, sneaking out from his collars. The tattoo of head of dragon on his chest sneaked out as Mark left three upper buttons of his upper shirt open. Before Mark leaving Dante’s room, Dante stopped him again. Mark put a hold on door’s handle and looked at Dante who rose from his seat to get a warm coffee from the coffee pot. “Please, keeping your eyes to Curtis Falcon too!” He sipped his warm coffee and looked at Mark behind the coffee cup rim.

I turn to look, arching my back so I can see and sure enough, his handprint is clear as day on my white ass cheek. “Mine,” he growls possessively, reaching out to gently graze a finger over his mark on my ass. “Not without your mark, I’m not,” I snarl, slapping his hand away from me. “It’s only a matter of time, beautiful.” “I have no intention of ever letting you mark me, Alpha.” “Good thing I have the patience of a saint then,” he says, smirking at me.

The mark of the pack sitting right above his bicep. My favorite tattoo is the little skull on his chest, a serpent appears to be inside it, the detail is impeccable. The manner in which his chest lift's and falls controllably is fascinating, almost as much as how his chest glistens I want to trail my- “Where did you go?” He demands.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

he replied. His scent filled the space between us..cleaner than anything in this rotting dungeon. It made something deep in my chest twist. I didn’t trust it. I didn’t trust him. But I wanted to. He leaned back just enough to look at me fully, hood falling away from his face. A tattoo peeked from the side of his neck…two crescent marks overlapping. Purplemoon. Old-blood. Rare. I stared before I could stop myself. Before I could ask. Before I could breathe.

It was a different kind of Mark, something only my Father can grant and that I won't deny, Kaiden doesn't fight it, on the contrary, I can feel his soul opening up completely as he poured himself inside me. I pulled my head away and licked the place where I had bitten, seeing the marks of my teeth begin to glow wine-red and move under his skin, forming a design, they are circles that come together and form a cluster of grapes and between the grapes, there is a golden thread holding everything in place, that indicated the oath he had sworn to me.

The inviting aroma enveloped him, teasing his taste buds and piquing his curiosity. "Smells nice" Mystro said, admiration evident in his voice. Elaine smiled, appreciating his kind words. "Why don't you be patient and wait for me to serve you" “I know but I thought I could help” he rolled up his sleeves revealing his tattoo. A medusa tattoo on his right arm caught her attention, “A fan of Medusa” she asked. “Not really, our works are just similar” he replied. Elaine tried to understand what he meant but she knew she was just confusing herself.

I don’t think she even knows that she did that. My daemon, Trelix, tried to fight it at first, which caused me to actually get sick for days, until he found comfort in it since he missed his mate. I have her mark on my chest. I didn’t even know that we could mark each other. It’s a glowing silver moon with a white wolf.