Ragnar Head Tattoo Novels & Stories

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

“Why did you mark her?” Ragnar asked immediately Derek entered the room. He was the Alpha of the Scorpion Zeal pack and also a Father to Derek. Ragnar was a tall, imposing figure, with broad shoulders and a thick beard. He was dressed in a fine silk robe, with gold embroidery and jewels adorning his cuffs and collar.

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.”

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.”

“I need to see this land for me-self. And dont you worry your pretty little heads about me. They won’t know that am chief unless you tell ‘em.” And if I die, then I die. The tribe will be better off without me. “Now, prepare yourselves and do as I’ve said.” Ragnar cuts through the crowd, making his way to me side and whispering into me ear, he says with his husky voice, “Once we get on land, I am not leaving your side.” I look into his fiery left eye. His right eye had been greatly wounded as we ran away from home. He now had a piece of cloth that went around his head and covered the injured eye.

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

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.