Roman Numeral Tattoo Generator 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 Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

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

Killian rolled his eyes before lifting up his t-shirt. Right at the top of the half of his ‘v’ on the right left side, he got the name ‘Nymph’ tattooed in cursive, with the ‘y’ looping to make a heart. The name was tattooed in a dark blue colour. Next to the name is a paw. He’d gotten the tattoo just over a month ago, against Calypso’s orders, even though she was there when he got it. “What is its significance, though I know it’s got to do with Cally?” Jordan asked.

I still wonder what that roman numeral five underneath his right eye means. I reach a hand out to him and he obliges me by stepping toward me. Jase leans in so that his cheek touches my hand. It’s exactly what I wanted. “Such good boy, J,” I whisper, stroking his cheek and that number with my thumb. “Yes, Mommy,” he breathes, and we go stock still with shock at his words. We stare at each other for a moment, and I quickly change the subject. “What’s this tattoo for?”

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

“Either is fine with me.” I looked down at my glass then his, seeing the tattoos on the backs of his fingers, Roman numerals. It started off at I on his pinkie and then made its way to V on his thumb. Both of his hands were that way. “What do the Roman numerals mean?” I lifted my gaze to his eyes. He didn’t look down at his hands to check what I meant. “The Fifth Republic.” My eyes searched his for more information. “The second-longest reigning political system in France—our current political system.”

Holding it there for ten seconds before peeling it back slowly. I smile as the letters in Latin sit perfectly on his skin. “That’s permanent, Still time to panic if you’re having second thoughts” I say to him giving him an out. “I won’t.”He grunts and Our eyes lock again and he watches me in silence. I smile as I turn to wheel my machine over. Today I’m using a rotary pen machine, it’s Smooth, consistent with Less vibration than a coil. I load the 5RL cartridge round liner, with its tight grouping since it’s perfect for script tattoos like this.

“You might even find one of your assailants there too. Half of these men on here are from werewolf pacts.” “Really? Any with tattoos?” Scott pointed to a figure in the middle. Raven moved closer to look, large, gray hair, beady little eyes. “That’s Leo Rambert, he has a wolf tattoo with a moon on his wrist. The image of that night flashed in Raven’s mind, hand resting on the ground next to her head, tattoo clear, as he pushed into her deeply, ‘you like that, don’t you baby?’ Raven snatched the photo down, “When do I need to be ready?”

Aisha POV: Roma was tensed her, she had horrified expression on her face when…. I went closer to her and roughly pulled her left hand up to show her mother and Ravan the same tattoo that was there in Video however before I could utter any further word the very next thing I saw was Roma lying on floor while blood oozing out from corner of her lip while Ravan was standing tall in front of her small frame with nothing but murderous look in his eyes “Why…?” I heard his dangerous voice “WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THIS ROMA…. SHE WAS YOU SISITER… YOU REAL SISTER… AND YO… YOU…. YOU WAS WATCHING GET GANG RAPED AND MURDERED BY THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD… WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THAT?” he growled monstrously o