Scorpio Tattoos For Males Novels & Stories

"A scorpion." Mew only knew one person who had a scorpion tattoo in the crook of the neck, near the nape, almost reaching the ears. It was his second uncle! Impossible!

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

He remove my mask and Smile confidently as if he was brushing. " And she is damn pretty! Thanks to the moon goddess" he muttered under his breath. I pretend not to hear that. I look down at his neck and saw a scorpion tattoo. My heart jumps to my stomach. The Scorpion tattoo belongs to a famous mafia group. Famous all over the country. They were known, unknown men. Only cameras gas caught the tattoos but none of them have ever been caught or arrested. Should What if he really harms me? " I said I will never hurt you! What's that expression on your face?... Fear??" He notices how nervous I have become. I avoid staring directly into his eyes. Anxiety, that feeling came back to me! It grew stro

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

I paused in my steps as I watched two masked men step out of the vehicle. “Who are you people?” I asked with a frown but then my gaze landed on their sleeve and my heart began thudding violently against my chest when I spotted the scorpion tattoo on their arms. I recognized that tattoo anywhere as it was a symbol for the The Scorpio Clan, the most dangerous and notorious Mafia clan yet to be apprehended by the cops. They have eyes and ears everywhere and getting rid of someone was a piece of cake for them but that's not what terrified me the most.

Scars. “I only have this tattoo as a means of covering the stigma they branded on me. This scar is meant to tell the rest of the world how useless I am. That I’m a pitiful Omega with no place in society. I’m to be despised by every werewolf who sees it. It’s a target on my back, declaring that I’m a rogue wolf. That I’m free-game, to be hunted down by any pack I approach in the future. Living in the wild seems like a fate worse than death. Freedom for me would be…impossible.”

By His pure darkness and the twin, the good becomes, He created the destruction, wrote His play to understand what real love is, to revive the sole supreme that He dearly loves, created the worlds and the dimension that represents the sins, to create the perfect havoc and to revive him. “All unto His stupid and naïve one without any emotions, remorse, and to whom who does not even know how to love, right?” Taunting yet teasing, a snap echo as the scenes turns black and gone in an instant. With the mark and symbol of the Scorpio that appears with its neon light color of deep indigo. She counted every mark as she started with the smallest one, and whispered the numbers. “One, two, three.” One

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

Blood sprayed. Rupert tried to crawl away, but Chris grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall. "You call yourself a man when you beat on women like this?" Then he saw something strange on the back of Rupert's neck. Black ink. He ripped the shirt some more so he could get a better look. It was a tattoo of a scorpion with its tail curled and fangs bared. Chris's blood ran cold. The Scorpion Gang. Max growled louder now, a deeper rage igniting.

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.