Odin's Ravens Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

She began kissing just below the collarbone, then blowing softly. Oliver struggled with not grabbing her, and crushing her to him, but this was her game. He held still. Raven walked around him, lightly dragging her hand across his chest. “Fuck, have you ever thought of getting a tattoo of wings on your back, that would be fucking hot.” She outlined his shoulder blades, with her fingertips sending a shiver down his spine. “You might have to go with me, I’m not a fan of needles,” replied Oliver, gruffly.

said Tucker, his black plaits hanging down his rippling back. “I will,” offered the tattooed Hayden. Removing his jacket, the delicate inking down his arms was on full display. His forearms were a menagerie of every animal and bird, all gently entwined in delicate ivy and branches. “Oh thank you so much!” Naomi simpered before putting her fists up and bouncing so her tits jiggled. /Unfair advantage right there/ Rush complained remembering how easily we were fooled as teens. Repeatedly.

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

“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.

Why this feeling? The tattoos were the second thing. Riven didn't have them when I left so he must have gotten them not quite long after. The dark ink spread across his chest and down to his left arm, trailing over his shoulder and disappearing around his ribcage. It wasn't decorative. Nothing about Riven was decorative but it carried meanings. Beautiful meanings...they were very beautiful... 'Stop it!' I dragged my eyes away and fixed them somewhere neutral for a few seconds so I could relax my brain a little before my eyes strolled over to them again.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

And the spot that caught Ravyn’s attention the most was the loathing donkey head tattoo on her left shoulder. ... a female assassin with a tattoo on her shoulder...The Donkey’s executive with the threat of Queen (Q) level, The Lacerator Olivia!!... The purple-haired girl furrowed her brows. At this moment, her opponent’s movements were so fast and sharp that she could barely keep track of them. *clash!* *clash!* Ravyn could only defend Olivia’s dual swordplay while awaiting her counter-attack. *bang!* An air projectile from Ravyn’s pistol hit the falcon-eyed woman’s chin. But then the girl’s vision suddenly turned blind as a red-pink aura radiated around her eyes.