Romeo Lacoste Tattoo Novels & Stories

Raymond dismembered a body as if it was nothing, his body covered in blood and blood dripping from the hand, and marked everything Oscar ordered. The men painted an Ace all over the wall with the blood of the bodies that Raymond dismembered and they waited for their bosses to approach the wall. The brothers' brand LA WOLF. Each of the brothers carried a black wolf representing tattoos, the same as the one they tattooed on their neck, but their hands were stained with blood they used to write their brand, ACE. Each one signed with a different one although I had not yet deciphered which was it, if you saw a paint with ACE OF BLOOD which meant that someone had made the Wolves angry enough for t

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

But she couldn't deny that she was fascinated, how could his chest be so strong like a marble yet smooth like silk "You still seem to be lost" Leonardo said jerking Lily from her thoughts "What? No ummm......" Lily took a deep breath "The tattoo on your shoulder, it's spells Lily, that's what is written on your shoulder" Lily said and Leonardo nodded "Why did you tattoo my name on your shoulder?" Lily enquired "Who said it was your name?" Leonardo uttered "Well my name is Lily" Lily reminded "I'm sure you know you aren't the only one in the world bearing the name Lily" Leonardo stated

His deep brown eyes, filled with an innate aura of authority, stared into the camera. The reporter asked him what loyalty meant to him. Dante slowly undid the top button of his shirt, revealing the family crest on his chest—a hawk with its wings spread, talons gripping a rose and a dagger. "Loyalty is this," he said, his voice a low, magnetic rumble as he pointed to the ink over his heart. "And this." The camera zoomed in, and I saw it clearly: the delicate violin tattooed just below the crest—the one he’d gotten for me five years ago.

She snapped out of her thoughts as she felt his teeth grazing on her neck, around the area she was supposed to be marked, and a sudden electricity exploded between them and goosebumps spread on her body. She pushed him when she noticed he was going to sink his teeth into her skin and she met his eyes which had a burning sensation as he was emitting on her. Leo took in her appearance from her head too toe and a lazy smile curled up the sides of his lips. It seemed that the moon goddess had decided to bless him with a perfect woman after waiting patiently for his mate. He was 23 years old was still without a mate until then. He had waited patiently to find her all these years but he could not.

We were just there standing at the entrance as everyone murmured and stared at us. “No.” he whispered and I squirmed at his response. If he thought this was the time to be cute and funny, then he was mistaken. “No love, we can't. You're my Luna, Kieran. You're the Luna of this pack. There's no turning back now. Take your rightful position by my side” he explained and although he was right, I was still scared shitless. Maybe, just maybe, I had dug my own grave. “Xander, wait…” the rest of my words died on the tip of my tongue as Xander interlocked my hands in his. Without so much as a warning, he pulled me deeper into the room.

“If I did, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” He grins, leans in and kisses my lips and when he pulls away, his hand, fondle my left breast, making my legs go weak. “Most of my tattoos I used to cover up my scar so they don’t have any meaning, while others like the write up have a few meanings.” “What does this say, then?” I ask, my hand dropping to the part under his chest having a foreign language. “It’s not in English,” I add. He chuckles, plucking at my nipple in his hand. “It’s not.” he agrees, and eyes then drop to where my hand is, “It says whatever it takes. It’s in Latin, and that’s why you can’t read it.”

Even if Roman would never see his brother ever again, he knew he had another one he could always count on. “Roman come take a look” His attention shifted to where Lucas was standing by a flipped over tent, and he walked over. “See this” Lucas walked over to a tree few inches away from the fallen tent, there were three scratch marks on it. Roman placed his hand on it and backed away, before his eyes met Lucas. “12 was here, he did this” he stated and Lucas exhaled before opening the tent, trying to look for other clues. His eyes caught a jersey that had the a black hawk logo on it with a title

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

It stretches from the curve of my neck down to my shoulder and upper arm, its Elven swirls and tribal twirls forming the unmistakable shapes of a howling wolf and a full moon. “What is that?” Rocco asks, his voice still thick with sleep as he props himself up on one elbow, peering at the mark. There’s an edge to his voice, a mix of surprise and something else. Something deeper, almost reverent. I touch the mark lightly, feeling the familiar hum of magic beneath my fingertips. The blue lines remind me of the Elven blessings I carry, but the imagery, the wolf and the moon, is undeniably tied to Rocco’s world. It’s as if our bond has taken on a life of its own, blending our distinct heritages i