Sirius Black Tattoo Novels & Stories

Is he naturally built like this? Sasha steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it's a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It's lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. "Ulyana told me about the tattoos in the Bratva," I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. "What do these all mean?"

PENNY POV Christopher Black, maybe the name sounds familiar. The black-haired man's eyes shine in recognition and something more, as if recognized the surname of the wolves. It's no secret that he's involved with the organized crime; the men behind us and the demeanor of the brothers can confirm it, but he doesn't mention it. Yes, he has had some work done with my brother. Well, the three of us wanted to make something new, and my girl also wanted to get a tattoo.

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

He withdraws his hand—the involuntary protest I make is pathetic and completely real—and then he’s loosening his tie, pulling it free from his collar in one fluid motion. He takes my wrists. Not with brute force, but with that calculated precision that is more effective than any violence. “You can say no,” his eyes meet mine directly, and there is something genuine there beneath all the possessiveness. A real question. I look at him. At the scars on the hands holding my wrists. At the ice-blue eyes that are warmer than they should be. At the constellation of Sirius tattooed over his heart, visible where his shirt has fallen open. “I’m not going to say no,” I answer.

I made sure all the rings looked identical but that they were customized as well. Osiris’s ring was black tungsten symbolizing his black hair, and black wolf, with 6 small unheated teal sapphires embedded in the band, symbolizing the teal color of his eyes and the six of us within this mate bond. Inside it was engraved with mine and his initials and the word “Gorgeous”.

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

Behind the desk sat a massive man with a salt-and-pepper mustache and sunglasses. “Chance?” Matteo asked. “Alpha Matteo!” the man said, grinning. “Take a seat.” “We’ll stand,” Nickie said, his eyes locking on the man’s hand. On the back of the man’s hand was the tattoo. The serpent and the moon. “What’s the ink mean?” Nickie asked, his voice lethal. “It’s about renewal,” Chance said calmly. “The snake sheds its skin. The moon turns. Life through death. It’s the mark of the Velvet Syndicate.”

A black wolf head with dark ink. I stared at it, frozen. Adrian didn’t have tattoos. He hated them. He used to complain about temporary tattoos on kids. “Oh,” I whispered. Brian raised an eyebrow. “Now do you believe me?” “I… maybe.” I stepped closer, still staring at the tattoo. “It’s real?” “Yes.” I lifted my hand like I wanted to touch it, then stopped and dropped it fast. “So you’re really… Brian.” “Yes.” “And you really work here?”

Douglas vowed. “I am counting on your words. Make sure you keep them!” Douglas nod his head at me and touch the tattoo on his shoulder. The tattoo which is the drawing of an axe with a small handle and letters XXX written under it is a sign that represents our Mafia organization. Every member and worker of our Mafia has the tattoo on either their right hand arm or the back of their neck or on the upper part of their back for those that don’t want the tattoo to be seen. By touching the tattoo, Douglas pledges his loyalty to the organization.

I looked closely at Dave. He has a tattoo on his neck and a piercing on his ear, you won't notice that he has a tattoo on his neck if you don't pay attention to it because of its small size, I frown because I know it's not allowed at school. It's good that the guard is still letting him in. I even met Sirius, my classmate who always asked me to do all his school works, that was not the case for me because he pays a lot. Because he’s rich so that explains it.