Porco Rosso Tattoo Novels & Stories

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

he greets, and I can tell it's Riccardo. Good thing I'm able to differentiate them with their personalities. “Hey,” I say softly, trying not to melt at how his dark curls fall over his forehead. He's in a gray tank top and shorts, muscles carved and glistening. I study the tattoo on his body for easy identification next time. He has a black and red snake wrapped around a dagger tattoo on the inside of his biceps. It coils perfectly with his muscles, the head of the snake near his wrist. It's sleek, dangerous and oddly elegant…just like him.

I said as he pulled me closer and hugged me, slapping me on the back. “Let’s get you branded,” he said proudly and smiled at me. “Any specific request for your Alpha tattoo?” Rory, the pack’s tattooist and a Zeta, asked me. “Lightning,” I said and he smiled as he looked at my arm when I took my jacket and shirt off.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal. “Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo,” Val mumbled. “With blood, we come. With blood, we go.” I met her gaze. “This, my dear, is the Omerta tattoo of Cosa Nostra.” She swiped the image to Domenico’s. A very shirtless Domenico. I had never met Domenico Guerra upfront, but I had gotten a good idea of how he looked. If he and Adonis walked into the room, all eyes would turn to Domenico first before moving to Adonis. It was not to say that Adonis was less handsome, but there was something about Domenico that could steal the spotlight. And the same was with his sister.

,Raze said. “Everytime,a Silvenia was born,they put the tattoo.I have mines on my neck,Rex on the back of his left hand”,Rouge said and Rex shows his left hand to me “Russel on his wrist on the right hand”,Rouge continue and Russel shows me his right wrist “And Raze on his collarbone”Rouge ended. Ace cleared his throat and aked, “Doesn’t it hurt for babies to get a tattoo?”I just nodded that means I agree to what he just said.

I notice the tattoos down his arms, each telling a story of their own, small little tattoos peaking out from the shirt around his neck. "ILARIA! I can't find -" Alessandro comes to a halt when he notices us snuggled into my bed, running his hands through his hands before leaning down and breathing deeply in and out. "Matteo." He whispers before making his way over to us, sitting to my right, so he can see Matteo's face which is hidden in my neck. Alessandro caresses Matteo's hair with his hand, making him snuggle into both my neck and Alessandro's hand while smiling. For the first time I notice a tattoo on his hand. A beautiful picture of a rose, all black, making his tanned skin stand out.

I reply, pulling my pants up and making sure I’m good before I scoop Rosie up bridal style as it seems appropriate. I carry Rosie to the tattoo guy and she gets her tattoo. I decide her left shoulder is a good spot. I wanted to have her do it on chest, but I know a chest tattoo isn’t ideal and would probably give her parents a heart attack if they saw. I thought it would be a pain to make her cover it every time she has to see them. So, the shoulder seemed better and easier for her to cover. She takes the tattoo like a champ and when she is done we decide to head home.

“Hmm… I have no idea why you want to keep it to yourself, but I'm counting on you to have a good reason.” “I do.” I'm not lying. I do have a good reason, but I'm not telling Marco the reason. “Did you find out what I asked for?” Marco sighed, mumbling something I couldn't quite hear. “Yes. I was able to track the tattoo you said you saw.” He paused, and I can hear his hand moving over the keyboard of his laptop. “They're called the Serpents—I mean the ones who attacked you. But then there's something off I found… strangely off about the entire thing.”

Closer. Closer. Closer. “A tattoo,” I yelled. “They both had the same tattoo.” How did I miss that earlier? “Are you sure?” Prince Dante asked. “Positive, Master. I remember it now. Coral had a tattoo on her right forearm and so did Zane.” Master went quiet for a minute, then he asked. “Can you describe the tattoo?” “It was a cross in the midst of thorns.” When Coral raised her hands to pierce my neck, I saw it.