Sirius Black Tattoo Novels & Stories

After nearly fifteen minutes, it was finished! "Wow! This is pretty, Sir. You have an amazing talent!" I complimented, eyeing the finished henna tattoo on my arm. "A poop would look better on your skin." I looked up at Sirius and glared at him. I also attempted to kick him on the leg but he quickly dodged it. "Kidding! I'd like one too, Sir." "Really?!" He eyed me sternly, both hands now on his hips. "Yes, so leave the chair, please. It's my turn."

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.

At the counter, I see an auburn haired man twisting a glass of alcohol. He’s smiling at the waitress, probably flirting, but what catches my eyes is the spiral of tattoo on his hand. No way, he’s one of them. As if on cue, our eyes connect and he lifts his lips in a rather infuriating manner. He bobs off the stool and walks towards me. He sits down, he has broad shoulders, his flowing locks of hair cascade down his back, with a scowl imprinted on his face, he stretches his hand. “Ferris Black.”

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

I asked while smirking. He was confused for a second then realization came to his face. He widened his eyes then he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the corner. “What are you getting at? I swear if you tell them I will beat you. I do not care if you are a girl or not.” He hissed and I pouted faking innocence. See once upon a drunken night Chris and I made our way to a tattoo shop. I did not get a tattoo but Chris, however did. It was a tattoo saying ‘the property of Alex Black’ right on his ass. Let me tell you he did not get any action for a whole month, until he started telling girls his name was Alex Black. I chuckled at that thought.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

It was my name! My cheeks flushed red as my toes curled. That tattoo wasn't new. Then my eyes dropped to the others. It felt like his skin was a story I wasn't allowed to read. It started at his throat, black ink. Sharp, spiked lines that dragged down the column of his neck, split over his collarbone, and bloomed. The tattoo. It wasn't flowers or tribal...it was sigils, interlocking. Quite ancient like someone carved a spell into him with a blade instead of a needle.

His face contorts with pure rage as his mouth mumbles, "This track isn't over! Stiles and Derek, my claws will make sure you both pay dearly for this!" The next morning dawns bright and clear over the mountains. I am practicing my ancient Shadow Fang Warrior movements in a private courtyard atop the Moonlit Sanctuary, with my upper body bare to the wind. My tall, lean frame displays perfectly proportioned muscles across my chest, arms, and abdomen from years of intense physical training. An intricately detailed black wolf head tattoo sprawls across my chest, looking fierce and majestic in the sunlight. Unlike typical pack tattoos, this one is a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes that seem