Sirius Black Tattoo Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

He turns to the bartender who came over as soon as he saw us "Get her some girly shit. Light. I'll take whiskey on the rocks" "Hey" "You're not getting drunk on my watch" I'm about to protest when he shows me the tattoo between his index and middle finger. He's trying to distract me but I'll fall for it because I'm curious "It's our tattoo. Only high-ranking members get it. Your father, Angelo, us, and a few guys have it"

I’m hardly able to think. "The black one is Gabriel’s wolf, the gray one is Dante, and the third one represents the pack." she looks up at me when I finally squeeze out an answer. She nods and looks at my chest again. I do too, and my dick grows harder as I see her nipples like stiff peaks pressing through her bra and top. I reach up to touch it, but her fingers trace my stomach under my left chest before I can. She starts reading the names that are tattooed on it.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

"We're mates, baby. It means we belong together." Noreen noticed the small tattoo behind Thiery's ear: a black moon in the center of a circle of standing wire. She felt behind her own ear. "That tattoo?" Noreen asked. "My mark? I don't even remember anything about it." Thiery's face darkened, just for a moment. "I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You."

And it was here that she had confessed her plan last fall. Like Celeste’s other siblings, Sirius had reddish brown hair and green eyes. He stood a little over six and a half feet with about four inches between them. They both had athletic builds and tanned skin. Sirius wore running shoes, black basketball shorts and a gray tank top. His neck had his mate’s mark, and the Silver Lake Pack Crest was tattooed on his left upper arm.

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

They feel threatened enough to hire assassins and put millions of dollars on our heads, which has been ultimately fruitless. Until now. “That tattoo on the back of your neck is a dead giveaway to your true identity, rogue.” She kept her voice low but the venom in her words cannot be mistaken. My body stiffened. She was right. All elite warriors of the Black Moon Pack are given the same tattoo mark, but we were given freedom to choose where it’s going to be. I had it tattooed on the back of my neck, while Pixie had hers above her left breast. “Talk.” She growled, pressing the tip directly onto my forehead, making my wolf perk up in full alert.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

He saw Iris’s eyes narrow, and her expression morphed into confusion. “I am not sure why Dame’s tattoo is up for discussion,” she was confused. She had never thought to ask him the story behind his tattoo. As far as she knew, he had always had it, and they never thought much about it. “Because Mrs. Lark, this is a tattoo of a radical underworld group called the “the blood wolves,” he typed something into his system and turned the screen toward Iris. She studiously gazed at the tattoo, but nothing rang a bell in her head.