Risk Taker Tattoo Novels & Stories

All that went through my head were the bright blue eyes with his hair so soft falling over his shoulder the tattoo looking like an extension of the grotesque strands of heavy strokes making him a unique work of art. Discovering that after so many years there is still something beating inside your chest was like opening a grenade knowing that the explosion would destroy everything. In that bar, seeing the predatory look, I already knew the danger he represented the ferocious animal looking for a fight at the height, one which I felt the challenge to provide, I tried uselessly to believe that it was dangerous for my plans, to undo the constant desire.

“Alright, my love. Anything for you.” It was too easy, the way he said it. And though part of me wanted to believe him, another part knew Grant’s version of “handling things” often came with blood and fire. But for now, I chose peace. I chose the illusion. “Alright, you’re set,” the tattooist said finally, pulling her gloves off. She handed me a mirror, and I craned awkwardly to see. Daddy’s was inked in delicate red script right where only he would see it. It was beautiful. Dangerous. Ours.

It almost fell like running as a wolf, but a lot louder. “So what tattoo do I have to get?” Cyrus asked curiously. I knew he just wanted another excuse to get a tattoo. I would have never chosen this bet, I didn’t care what tattoo he got. Tattoo’s weren’t really my thing. I liked how they look on other people, but I would never get one. Especially not as many as Cyrus, his whole body was almost covered. But if he liked it, who was I to judge? Riker shifted back and I handed him his shorts. “What about an Iron River tattoo?”

At least they will get to share something special together. My red dress clings tightly to my figure and frames my cleavage, the slit up the side making my family tattoo visible. The tattoo is of a fighting wolf and snake, their bodies entwining around my thigh. It’s our mark of honor as alpha daughters, usually appearing when we come of age. Mine made its debut on the night my mother died.

right over his heart. "What is that?" I gasped and touched it, half expecting it to be fake. "My tattoo," he said with an unbothered grin. "Please tell me that's not permanent," I begged. "It is." He laughed and pulled his shirt fully open to show the full design. My name in beautiful script, surrounded by subtle wolf imagery. "You can't just ink my name onto your chest and expect the world to fall in line," I protested. "What if you regret it? What if this ends?"

He wiped his hands on a rag, waiting for me to speak. “I want a tattoo,” I finally managed. “Yeah, I figured.” His voice had a rough edge to it, like he smoked too much or yelled too often. “What are you thinking?” “I don’t know. Something… meaningful.” He raised an eyebrow. “Meaningful how?” “Like… something that represents change. Or survival. Or starting over.” “Uh huh.” He crossed his arms, and I noticed his knuckles were scarred. “Your first?” “How did you know?”

“He said there is much more to lose if we keep working with her. And besides, he suspects that she has some ties to the rogue wolves that have been attacking Crystal pack. Anyway, if you find her, kill her. Don't let her escape alive.” “Okay then.” The carriage rider said. Then he revealed a letter T tattoo on his right hand. “I am actually also a trained assassin for master Matteo. And now that he has asked me to kill his sister, I will do so, honourably.”

It was very much visible, if that's the case it only means that Troy and Travis must have figured out that she's a night banker and even worse, the second in command of the night bankers rogues group. The Night Banker is a well known rogue group that terrorizes many packs and in most cases conquer the Packs and use it as their hideout. They all usually have a tattoo of a blind wolf on their neck while their leader's tattoo isn't a blind wolf; the second in command always has a tattoo of a wolf with one eye. Ava lay back on the bed when he heard the clicking of the door. She saw a nurse walk inside her room, the nurse was holding a tray in her hands. She allowed the nurse to get rid of the dr

I mumbled against his chest, inhaling his strong cologne mixed with his musky scent which made me lick my lips involuntarily. Fuck, did he always smell this good? “Never. I’m not brave like you to take a chance even if it means to get hurt. I’m a coward, Hazel.” “What do you mean?” “The girl I like, I could have told her that I liked her but I was afraid that she wouldn’t feel the same way and now it’s just too late.”

Henry looked at me quietly, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded human. “Where?” I lifted a finger and shakily pointed a little lower on my back, toward those faintly visible indentations. It was an extremely private and extremely sensitive place. “I… I want to tattoo it on my lower back.” The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Henry’s pitch-black pupils contract sharply, narrowing to needle points. The sudden sense of danger made my skin prickle. … “Whoa… Who’s excited?” “Lower back! So scandalous!”