Roman Numeral Tattoos Novels & Stories

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

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

I smiled at him as I grabbed his hands while looking intently at it as I observe. "Keatton. Keatton Morgan. Nice meeting you, Brandon," we then handshake. His hands have quite a lot of tattoo. On his fingers were roman numerals and I can't decipher what does it mean because it is perceived in my view as the opposite of him. Brandon saw that I am eyeing on his tattoo. "Oh! You like my tattoo?" He said. My head then shooked as I cut handshaking on him. "N-No.. I-I mean yes. They suit on you," I said. Brandon chuckled as he licked his bottom lip.

Typical Roman—always ready to protect, always checking on everyone else. But my eyes had already caught something else. On his bare chest, above his heart, from side to side, was a tattoo. Bold, elegant script in black ink that I hadn’t seen before. I squinted, stepping closer without thinking. “Hold on… Roman, is that a tattoo?” He glanced down at himself and let out a deep, hearty laugh that filled the quiet nursery. Andrea didn’t even flinch; she just kept drinking peacefully. “Wait—that’s Savannah’s name,” I said, genuinely stunned. My mouth fell open. “What? I never would have pegged you for the tattoo type. You don’t even look like someone who would—”

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

I irritatingly mutter but he just presses his lips tightly to me. "You're not that talkative before" he mutters "Let me show you my tattoo" he whisper. I stop. So he's serious about getting undress first before I able to see his tattoo? "Eyes down here honey," he sexily utter "Here's my tattoo" I slowly look down and I saw him pointed the upper part of his waist. And there I saw his tattoo, a small crown with a written letter under it- Cosa Il Sovrano. The 'L' in the Cosa Il Sovrano was replaced by a knife. The font style is beautiful and it matches the font size.

I hadn't noticed the marks on any of his men or the women, but when he finished telling me about it, Miss Tilly leaned forward to let me see her mark. I was expecting it just to look like a dog bite, in all honesty, but it was so much more. A small gasp escaped me when I saw it, and I felt a tingling sense of recognition that I couldn't place. I held her hand in mine, just in awe of what I saw. I ran my finger over the intricacy of Roman’s mark designated by the Moon Goddess. You can see where his canines broke the flesh, just above each knuckle. Then, seeming to sprout from where the incisors left their mark, are pale lines twisting and swirling together to form a web of a design in the cen

She looked down, and her face turned red when she realized that they both were lying naked, wrapped in the sheets. She looked above and found Raf was sleeping peacefully while embracing her in his muscular arms. She kept admiring his calm expressions, and suddenly, while doing that, her gaze fell over his mark. “Wow,” a word escaped from her mouth when she found a beautiful mark on the right side of his collarbone. She bends forward and examines the tattoo. It was a beautiful mark with a silver outline. In between the tattoo, a wolf was standing with a crown over his head. At the bottom, Royal Blackthorn Clan written with their names (Rafael and Saraya) engraved at the end. Saraya took her f

H). We have this tattoo somewhere on our body. Ransom’s tattoo hides in the body of another tattoo. The image depicts Anubis sitting on his throne with Callisto, a Greek Goddess, standing next to him. Callisto wears a silver bear headdress and holds the moon in front of her stomach. At the feet of the gods, a black wolf with green eyes faces a menacing black hellhound with gray eyes and Anubis-like ears. It’s easily one of my favorites on his body. Arson’s knees rest above my head as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips, seeking entrance. I open and feel the cool metal against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I envelop it in warm, wet heat. He moans my name in reverence.