Romantic Skull Couple Tattoos Novels & Stories

She blushed as she rubbed his chest. He had the tattoo of skulls, like a cemetery on his body and a cross tattoo that had a snake wrapped around it with its tongue out. “Okay, enough of all these adoration. Do you remember we have to dispose him before he wakes up??” I snapped her out of whatever imaginations she was currently harbouring.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

Callie sat beside me on the sofa, her hand locked securely in mine, watching with a proud, radiant smile as the needle traced the exact outline of the bloody human bite mark she had left on the side of my neck. The dark ink flooded the punctures, sealing the crescent of her teeth into a permanent, highly visible black tattoo that sat proudly right above my collar. It was my own version of a mating scar—a public declaration that the second-most powerful wolf in the territory was entirely ruled by a human girl. By the time we finally opened the double doors of the executive pavilion and walked back out into the moonlit courtyard, the crowd was already waiting.

Like a brand of his canines on my skin. Kane’s mark was also healed and like a tattoo. The difference was that it looked like the moon with his canines around it. It reminded me ok Skoll and Hati, the wolves that would devour the moon and sun in Ragnarok. Hati would devour the moon and that’s exactly what it looked like with Kane’s mate mark. I absolutely loved it and it was perfect.

Grant said as he kissed his mark. Oh! I had not even looked at our marks. I wanted to facepalm myself because I had always longed to know what mark I would give and receive. The one on Grant’s neck was three wolves against the background of a full moon. Intricate threads were weaved around the three wolves, creating an infinity symbol. The one on Gabriel’s neck was of a crescent moon. There was an intricate sword piercing it. The sword was lit on fire.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

Afternoon loomed—lunch forgotten, more play. He fed them fruit in bed, fingers sticky with cum and juice. "Dark confession time," he murmured, hand tracing a tattoo on his chest—a skull for his lost wife, but now symbolizing control. "I crave owning you fully. Breeding you, keeping you as my secret whores. Forever." They nodded, eyes wide with dark romance.

I’ll never be able to drink tequila again without thinking of him, that’s for sure. I see Erik still watching me. I hand him his shirts. “Five black belts? That’s incredible. All this time you never mentioned it.” “That was a long time ago, I’m not that person anymore.” I can’t help but ogle him and he catches me checking out his Nordic styled tattoos. There’s a chariot on each pec, one pulling the sun, one pulling the moon, each being chased by a wolf. “This is Sköll,” he points to one of the wolves, “and this one Hati. They chase the sun and moon.”

I stated as I held his hips in place. Seeing his lip curled he pressed into me causing my eyes to widen at the pleasurable sensation. “Oh yes, keep doing that,” I purred and he obliged by pumping in and out of me. Nearing my ear he said, “Elves don't mark mates like wolves but instead leave a permanent tattoo that marks you as the males. I will put my royal mark on your neck and arm.” His fangs sank into my neck and my walls tightened on his hardness in ecstasy. My walls quivered against his length while I searched for a spot to bury my canines. Once I did I felt his warm release filling my womb.

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above