Saw Blade Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

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.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

“No one else may do it.” I stared down at the obsidian blade. Its edge pulsed. Waiting. And then I pressed the glowing point to my skin. The pain was instant. Sharp. Radiant. Not cutting, but searing. Like lightning drawn into flesh. My knees buckled, but I didn’t fall. The blade carved a single curve into my shoulder—smooth, elegant, echoing the crescent moon sigil I’d seen on the Matron scrolls. The scent of burnt flesh filled the air.

And it will be impossible for them to destroy the true enemy - the Beast! John inspected his blades and stroked them, especially admiring the sterling silver engraving that showed up as soon as he held them in his hands. The Blades recognized their Master, their Creator. The engraving on one of the blades read: "Ta - revo" - "I am death." And on the other: "Ve'ol, E'khor!" - "Fear, Beast!" "My blades," Black whispered, still holding his blades in his hands. - How, it turns out, I missed you!

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

The blade itself was crafted from what looked like obsidian, a material that seemed to absorb the light around it. As I stared at the weapon, I couldn't help but marvel at its artistry. The blade was adorned with symbols that I didn't recognize, a language of magic that spoke to something primal deep within me. The hilt, too, was a thing of wonder, decorated with delicate carvings of wolves that snarled and bared their teeth with a savage grace.

'He is a healer, and I guess when you live to his age you won't let anyone talk you out of what you want to do. Elijah noticed a teeth mark tattoo on Sabu's arm. Peter put his hand on Elijah's shoulder and mouthed "no" to him. Peter had a large thin tattoo going down his back in a line that looked like a sword wound. As Elijah looked around at the other four men he realized they all had various tattoos. Sabu had multiple small black lines crisscrossing on his shoulder blades. Heinrich had a German word on his back that had multiple cut scars through it.

I turned to find Rico staring at me again. “Rico, out with it!” I snapped. “What?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’ve been staring at me weirdly for the past two hours.” “I’m just curious about your piercings and tattoos,” he chuckled. I have a piercing on my lip, eyebrow, bellybutton and nose. I normally just put on diamond studs. Today I also put on my tongue piercing. I have six tattoos. I have butterflies on my ankle and stomach, stars on my wrist and neck, a dagger on my arm, and a wolf going down my whole back. The wolf is my mate mark surprisingly since Silas got the same one two days after we mated. They just appeared out of nowhere.

A deep growl filled my chest. This was new. He was protective of her. Maybe it had something to do with the tension between Blade and me moments before. “Aren’t you a sweet-looking thing,” Blade insisted, sauntering toward her. Louis trailed behind him with a shit-eating grin stretched on his face. Arousal stemmed from them, the scent causing my wolf to ripple with anger. “Here for a tattoo?” She nodded, but didn’t speak. “Where are you putting it?” Blade asked.