Odin's Ravens Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

“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.

He had his name written just above the wolf tattoo on his back closer to his nape. She didn't think Dexter would also have a tattoo at his back just Jayden. Now she thought about it, the wolf on Jayden's back was the color of his wolf and the crescent moon tattoo on his chest. Only that Dexter didn't have a tattoo on his chest. So does that mean that Ryder also had a tattoo at his back too ? She had not see Ryder's wolf before to know the color of his wolf. Was it a wolf thing to tattoo their wolves at their backs ?

“Bunch of obnoxious, inhumanly attractive, muscled up cavemen.” Seriously, Knight looked like some kind of Playboy fallen angel with his sculpted ass and body stacked with hard muscle. I scanned his numerous tattoos. There was a pack of hungry wolves on one of his arms, surrounded by trees and vines full of thorns. Across his chest was the night sky and aurora borealis, and wrapping around his stomach were wisps of smoke, or shadow, that trailed upwards until they blended into the darker ink.

Immediately, I jerked my eyes upward. Too late. Those butt cheeks can’t leave my head, not for a very long time. I hated that my face was getting hot. Then I noticed the tattoos. A black raven stretched across his back, its wings half-spread on the back of his shoulders as though caught between flight and stillness. On his right shoulder was a black serpent curled over his left pec, glaring at the raven with so much intensity while the raven looked lonely and, worse, sad. More ink trailed across his back. Script. Symbols. Lines disappearing beneath fabric.

Vane turned back to me, extending a hand toward me across the desk. "Look out the window, Maya," Vane said, gesturing toward the burning city below. "These people are chaos. They are destructive, irrational, and weak. Without structure, without a strong hand to guide them, they will tear themselves apart. I built Oakhaven to save humanity from its own worst impulses." "You built a cage!" I shouted, wiping a tear from my cheek as anger began to replace my shock. "You took away their freedom! You wiped their memories and turned them into slaves!"

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

It made me want to reach out and trace the hard lines as well as the tattoos on it. He turned slightly and I caught sight of the rest of his body. The tattoo also covered the left side of his chest, black ink used to drag large wings. It was a raven, it was so detailed down to the sharp talons and the glint of its beady eyes. There were other drawings like a rose with the letter “E”. What does that mean? Family? Or perhaps..a lover? For some reason that thought made me bitter. Beneath it was a phrase written in Latin that flowed into his ribs.

I also observed that the upper part of the arm was tattooed with the name ‘Raven’ in capital letters. “Do their kind also fancy tattoos just the way normal humans do?” I thought out loud to myself. That was quite strange, though; maybe I just haven't known or studied that aspect of them. To think that I had once looked into those eyes, and it was nothing near angelic. The darkness that used to loom over these orbs was unfathomable, and somehow, it screamed danger, but now, it seems to be all gone. But to think of it, why did he just choose to flaunt his body?

He informed me as he held it out for me to take. I delicately took it from him when I saw how old and fragile it looked, with the binding of it covered in dust. I stared at the cover which was a dark blue, and an engraved Golding band around the edge with a sketch of a black wolf in the middle. Just above the wolf it said, ‘The sacred wolves of the night’. “Are there any books on the other breeds of wolves?”. I asked him curiously. “No, just that one, and if you give it a read, you’ll soon find out why”.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.