Risk Taker Tattoo Novels & Stories

A lanky man stepped into view, with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin on his body. His face had the words Danger Zone tattooed under his eyes, with one word under each. If that wasn’t sign enough to turn around, I didn’t know what was. Looking up at Cyran, he didn’t say anything or show any sign of being uncomfortable. “Where is the video?” Cyran asked, without hesitation. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” The guy countered while sizing Cyran up and down with a smirk on his face. “We were never friends.” Cyran sounded annoyed, but his face remained blank.

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

Jem runs a hand through his hair sighing as he watches her go. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" Mr. Rux claps his hands together breaking through the ice of awkwardness surrounding us. He steps up to my right side holding up two tattoo stencils of a howling wolf. One is plain, the outline of a wolf howling at a moon. The other looks the same but with more decorations. There's dotted line work surrounding the wolf and it's standing on shaded ground. It's actually really pretty. If it didn't stand for what it does it's a tattoo I would happily get. "Which one?" Mr. Rux asks pretending as if giving me this choice means I'm choosing to get the tattoo. "Neither." I deadpan making Mr. Rux sig

His cardigan was removed as the few top buttons wee open revealing his tornado tattoo. "What does this mean?" She asked she raised her fingers to touch but she couldn't find the courage. "This..." He grasped her fingers and made them graze his tattoo. Even the slightest touch melted her from insides as she gradually traced his tattoo while her hand was still in his when he explained. "...Kaz dared me to have a tattoo because I never liked them. So I decided to go with the decent one. It’s small." "You scared of needles?" Amairah chirped while glancing above at him with teasing eyes.

“I mean…he’s the biggest investor here, no? What if he holds his shares and forces the rest of the shareholders to keep holding. I think Harvey and Caleb would be much less threats than they are.” “Oh, I forgot how eloquently you speak, Mia,” Corey’s eyes wash over me…and I mean…over me. They run through my face and then, to my neck, going further down to the exposed swells on my chest. “Nice tattoo,” I instinctively shield myself, knowing what he’s talking about. A tattoo signaling the peak of my rebellious youth, of a horse, just above my areola. “Can I get a better look?” he asks. It’s a dare - one that I’m not willing to entertain.

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.

They feel threatened enough to hire assassins and put millions of dollars on our heads, which has been ultimately fruitless. Until now. “That tattoo on the back of your neck is a dead giveaway to your true identity, rogue.” She kept her voice low but the venom in her words cannot be mistaken. My body stiffened. She was right. All elite warriors of the Black Moon Pack are given the same tattoo mark, but we were given freedom to choose where it’s going to be. I had it tattooed on the back of my neck, while Pixie had hers above her left breast. “Talk.” She growled, pressing the tip directly onto my forehead, making my wolf perk up in full alert.

Her eyes were red and puffy as she covered her face. "Raine, don't do anything stupid." Charlie reached for her, and as she moved, a tattoo peeked out from her collar—a sleek arrow with a bold C inked into it. Something clicked. Charlie had a similar tattoo on his chest, a Cupid-like design. When I asked about it, he brushed it off. Just for fun, he'd said. He always swore Raine was like a sister.

“Never going to happen.” Just as I’m about to turn away, Raquel grabs me by the upper arm. My shirt’s sleeve rides up an inch, exposing the bottom portion of my old tattoo. She frowns, a flicker of recognition flashing across her eyes. She doesn’t let me escape, moving so swiftly that I have no time to react. She pushes my sleeve up to expose the entire composition: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its black beak. Her mouth falls open. “You’re a Red Raven.”

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."