Ragnar Head Tattoo Novels & Stories

he points to one of the wolves, “and this one Hati. They chase the sun and moon.” “Why?” “To eat them.” He says it like it’s obvious. “Clearly. What happens if they eat them?” “The world of man will be thrown into chaos, causing Ragnarök.” Erik puts on his undershirt. I need to do the women of the world a service and burn all his shirts. With a body like his he shouldn’t own any. “Out of all the tattoos you could get, why did you get this one?” Erik takes his shirt from my hand and starts to put it on. “Nothing is permanent. Everything is subject to change.”

He staunchly adhered to the principle of fairness, refusing to accuse anyone without concrete proof, even if the rumors appeared persuasive. Lost in his thoughts, Ryder was abruptly jolted back to reality when Fenrir emerged from the dense trees that clustered along their path. Fenrir, known for his exceptional skills as a night patroller, approached with a nod of respect to greet Ryder. It was then that Ryder's eyes gravitated toward a peculiar sight—a skeletal tattoo etched on the back of Fenrir's neck. The drawing bore a strange familiarity, an echo from the depths of Ryder's memory that refused to fully materialize.

From the path ahead, his eyes got settled on the tattoo etched on his right backhand glowing at his fullest indicating that the power coursing in his veins got activated and showed up to beat the curse of death that the forest is known for. It was a blue colored tattoo of the growling wolf, showing off his fangs whose eyes revealed the cut-throat rage that was buried in them. Inside the blue outlined growling werewolf was a human skeleton head and the upper body that glowed golden in color. On the inner border of the blue colored outline of the wolf, something was written in capital format inked in red color. The capital words spelled RED RIVER. All the three elements, the wolf outline, the

Ragnar filled the tub before going to lift her off the bed. They got her in the water, sitting her on Ragnar she was like bathing a ragdoll. Leif washed her body while Ragnar gently did her hair. Completely cleaning her up before taking turns cleaning themselves while the other held her. "Look" Ragnar said pointing at her neck. Their marks on her had healed already, faster than they thought could be possible. A wolf, black as night surrounded by a blue light with a Cresent moon behind it on her right side signifying Ragnar. A gray wolf howling up at a full moon with a lighter blue glow surrounding it with what looked to be a vine going around her collar bone connection the two wolves togethe

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.

Ragnar grabbed his wrist gently and turned his arm slightly to look at the tattoo. His fingers were warm, steady, his grip firm but careful around the fresh ink. For a moment, Ragnar didn’t say anything. He just studied the snake, his thumb brushing very lightly along the edge of the bandage. Then he nodded once. “Good choice.” Lance tried very hard to ignore the fact that Ragnar was still holding his wrist. “It was the artist’s idea,” Lance said. “He used the scars for the body. Said it would look more natural.” Ragnar’s grip tightened slightly for just a second before he let go. “Scars shouldn’t be hidden,” he said. “They mean you survived.”

The tattoo Jasper and I had on our necks was drawn boldly on the lid of the box. “We have found in Jasper. Hurry! Let’s get this to Alpha Draco…” “Not so fast.” My heart skipped a beat and when I looked up, I saw Ragnar staring down at me with a smirk on his face. “I believe I made a deal with Draco,” He said sinisterly. “Now, if you don’t mind, hand over the box and the other pieces of the Amulet…”

Rhysand said as he walked over to the antic mirror and slowly slid down his sleeve, revealing his tattooed back that was covered in scars, a vampire head with a bleeding mouth tattoo in his upper back, the image was not only eye-catching but also filling the onlooker with trepidation, it was mysterious. Amren's gaze was drawn to the intricate, lifelike rendering of a vampire's head that adorned his upper back. The creature's fanged mouth dripped with crimson, a visceral reminder of the primal power that coursed through Rhysand's veins. Yet, there was a haunting quality to the image, a sense of pain and turmoil that seemed to emanate from the inked visage. The scars that crisscrossed Rhysand'

"To be honest, Kaelen, I really wanted to crush your skull right now and devour every ounce of flesh from your body. If I did that, I might recover straight to my peak from before my slumber." Ragnar let out a low chuckle. "But I'll keep my promises because you satisfied me. Good children deserve to be rewarded, and you're no exception." As Ragnar stroked Kaelen's head, black fingernails suddenly sprouted from the tip of his fingers. They gleamed with a metallic sheen. With a sudden thrust, they pierced deep into Kaelan's spine. Kaelan released a howl of absolute agony. His entire face contorted from the extreme pain.

She eyed him with the same expression saying 'crazy' and he chuckled throatily. He took a step forward to grab her but before he could invade her personal space, a hand came out of nowhere from above her and grabbed his head. Sasha's back came against his front and his musky scent invaded her nostrils. Ragnar was towering right behind her, squeezing the man's head, his face was covered and his gaze was sharper than a blade. He was so big, all the thugs unconsciously stepped back. A lethal beast was standing right behind her. He squeezed his head harder until the thug's face turned red. Sasha was afraid, a little more strength from Ragnar and this man's head would burst and she wasn't ready t