Raven Wings Spread Tattoo Novels & Stories

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

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

He smirked before removing a ring from his pocket. "Do you recognise this ring, Princess?" he asked. Valerie gasped with shock. She remembered the ring. It's the black opal ring which is similar to the pendant she is wearing. Raphael wears it. She never saw him removing that ring. It is the symbol of a Raven clan royal. Irina and Cadmus also has similar kind of rings. Each ring has the name of the person engraved on the underside of the ring. She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name.

“Jet lag’s finally catching up to me.” She waves him off. “Don’t disappear again. Come back when you're free” “No promises.” His eyes flick to me then, sharp with something unreadable. Knowing. “I’ll steal him for a minute,” he adds lightly, already moving toward the door. “Catch up.” I don’t object. That would look strange. “Go,” Diana says, already turning back to her phone. Completely oblivious. The hallway outside my office is quiet. Troy walks a few steps ahead of me, hands in his pockets, relaxed , and when he's like this , I know he's about to puss me off. He stops near the window overlooking the city and leans against the glass.

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?

The tattoo stretched with lines forming into a design of interlocking wings and chains, intricate and bold. Without realizing it, I drifted closer. My hand rose almost on instinct. My fingers brushed the edge of his shoulder blade, tracing the ink. The heat of his skin seared into me. “Why this?” I whispered. He exhaled slowly, like my touch burned and calmed him at once. “Chains for what holds me down. Wings for what I want to break free into.” My fingers lingered on the design again. His skin was smooth, taut under my touch, every inch screaming with restrained power.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

He responds as he looks at me. I glance towards the end of the bar and nod towards the woman sitting there. Trevor looked at me and nodded then cleared his throat. The young woman at the end didn't move a single muscle. Her long black wavy hair hung over one side of her shoulder covering her face but revealing a small piece of tattoo on her shoulder blade. I glance in the giant mirror on the wall behind the counter. The tops of two very detailed wings covered her shoulders and disappeared under the back of her dress. There was a small tattoo on the back of her neck that I recognized well. It's a symbol we all get when we come of age as wolves. It's like a badge of honor.

I cock an eyebrow, only for him to point at the tattoo on my chest. Every male wolf gets branded with their house sigil on their thirteenth birthday. It’s not just a rite of passage. It can turn from red to black, when we first touch our fated partners. Female wolves get theirs on the wrist on their eighteenth birthday, to make sure they remain pure. My tattoo is a raven above crossed swords, the sigil of the Medeiros House. And right now, it’s burning black, like a burst of smoke on my skin.