Minimalist Dog Ear Tattoo Novels & Stories

A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart. Other than that, I saw a vividly drawn skull. A large knife was plunged through the top of the skull and cracks on the skull were shown around it. In capital letters ‘FEAR NO ONE’ was scrawled around the knife’s blade. In the very center of his back, a large wolf’s head with a majestic crown sitting on top of it was inked into his skin. Beneath it, a map of the North was drawn. On the left side of his back, I saw a compass tattoo.

‘Okay, okay. ‘I’m just resting, you should too’ I nodded. ****** The gray wolf approaches me, hazel eyes, Drake. He stopped in front of me as he checked his left paw. I walked to him and looked under his fur, and there it was, just as he told me, printed on his ring finger was a tattoo with the design of our rings. I ran my thumbs over the print, seeing it made me happy. He bent down and gently nudges me, telling me to get on his back.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

"You can have as many as you fucking like, Aaro. I am getting a tattoo today." "Can I get one too?" she asked softly. I nodded. "Want to get one for your sister?" By the end of the afternoon, she had three piercings in her ear and a small tattoo that said ERO on the inside of her upper arm. The tattoo guy had given her several options, but she said all the letters needed to be in caps. Which you don’t usually do with a name, but fuck it if that’s what my girl wants then that's what she gets.

He matches mine easily though it looks like he’s taking a leisurely stroll. We exit the huge mansion through the front door and I feel Roman’s gaze hot on my neck. That mark is still there. A tattoo artist worked on it for me; where Roman got him from, I can’t tell. The original image is still there, a crescent moon with a leaf vine curled gently around it, but now it has a lot of flowers growing over it too. Getting it onto my skin hurt like hell but I didn’t mind because it was necessary. A tattoo on my neck would be misleading to whoever might be out looking for me as Scarlett. If the hair change doesn’t work and the contact lens that has now changed my eye color into an ocean blue color

His fur had once been a sleek, silken black. Age and hunger had dulled it. Scars crisscrossed his flanks. On his shoulder, visible where the fur had been ripped away, a tattooed sigil stood out, ragged but unmistakable: A crescent of ink laid over a blotched circle. Moon over shadow. He had seen that mark burned into trees, carved into stones, painted on shields in old war stories. The brand of the Shadow Pack. “What in the Moon’s broken face,” Tamsin whispered, “is a Shadow dog doing alive?”

When they’d drafted the terms in ink, never once mentioning what it really meant. This wasn’t about affection. It wasn’t even about heirs. It was about obedience. Breeding. Binding. Blood. She stared, frozen. The girl on screen sagged, losing consciousness. And then—the man turned toward the camera. For one moment, light caught his jaw just right. And Leora saw it. A tattoo. Small. Black. Etched into the skin just below his ear. A serpent devouring its own tail. Ouroboros. She’d seen it before.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.