Minimalist Dog Ear Tattoo Novels & Stories

I was trying to be as careful as possible so I wouldn't wake him up, so I steadied my hands against his chest and placed my head down until I was sure he'd fallen back asleep. When he began to snore lightly again, I raised my head and uncovered his arm slowly. I glanced at the tattoo. My mouth gawked open at how beautiful his tattoo was. It was a picture of a wolf and a girl. The girl had a pair of broken glasses on the bottom, making her own eyes seem more beautiful. 

My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben. I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone. The mark. My mark. With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough to reveal the dark, swirling design etched into my skin. I traced the lines with my fingertip, marveling at how something so permanent could appear so delicate.

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.

He just stared. His eyes lingered on her face and then it worked its way through her body. He found an image, more like a tattoo which was on her arm. It looked more like a bird published with blue colour, which had a horn in the middle of its head and a tail of many feathers. Its beak was indescribable and would not really be seen due to the way the colours were outlined. This tattoo reminded him of a story his mother told him. An all too familiar story.

I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe just a couple of puncture scars from his canines and/or fangs, but what is there is something totally unexpected. It was like a full tattoo. It was of a wolf howling in front of a full moon, which had a crown wrapped around it with what looked like vampire fangs hanging from it. Next to the wolf was what looked like a cat, though it wasn’t a cheetah. I moved even closer to the mirror, frowning at the mark, as it seemed a little incomplete. There seemed to be a blurry section around the Cat. It was as if something was missing, though I didn’t know what.

Gathering my hair, I tie them up in a high bun and lie on my stomach on the tattoo bed. Sitting on the chair, Madeline starts preparing my neck for the tattoo while she shows me the design which I have discussed with her. "It is perfect." I smile, looking at the sketch of Jarek's wolf. The eyes of the wolf are blue, other than black, just like Jarek's. When Jarek shifts into his wolf, his eyes turn black, while his usual eye color is blue. I wanted this tattoo to represent both parts of him, and that's why I asked Madeline to draw his wolf's eyes blue.

When she finally stepped out, droplets sliding down her thighs, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly swollen from biting them too hard. Her eyes were glassy with something unspoken. And when she turned, she saw it again — the mark on her left hip. A tattoo - like crest. Etched into her skin like a brand. It shimmered faintly in the light, elegant yet powerful. A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle.

I take a peak at those around us and no one seems to be paying attention, some are even making out with others as well. I feel a bit more comfortable as he moves to my neck, nipping and kissing me. I let out a moan as I feel his canines expose themselves against my collar bone. I’ve been slightly excited but also nervous at letting him mark me. Natasha showed me her mark, it’s two wolves with their foreheads against each other in the shape of a heart. It looks like a tattoo. I am excited to see what mine will look like.

I saw black and white roses and some funny ones, like one of Baby Yoda and a bandaite tattoo. When he turned around I realized he had a tattoo of his dogs on the top of his shoulders. “Are you checking me out?” He asked as he smirked. “Yes, I am, handsome” I replied. “Mom!” Oliver shouted embarrassed. Shit, I didn’t realize he could hear us. “Sorry Oliver. But I was just looking at his tattoo’s. They’re really cool.”

she smiled at the attendant. In the end, Cam was the first to receive the new permanent adornment on her skin, the small Serotonin molecule was engraved behind her ear. And Theo got his golden ratio on his forearm before Rose and I entered the room, as Sky and Liam seemed to be renting the second tattoo artist for an eternity. " What did you guys think? " Cam moved his hair out of the way so that we could see the design. " It looks great, Cam," I complimented. " My parents will kill me if they find out," she groaned, hiding her face with her hand.