Sirius Black Tattoo Novels & Stories

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her. “That’s lovely.” Enrique’s mother says next, she’s dressed in a green night robe that makes her eyes stand out. “You and Tyler both deserve this, you make Tyler so happy.” “I got a panther mark.” Chiara says, blushing. She shows us her mark and we all gush heartily, panthers mark usually involves a sleek, agile seductive couple. “Can someone please talk about Irene’s mark? We haven’t heard anything about it yet and it’s eating me.” Naya says and everyone’s eyes t

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

A silicone mask. Someone had deliberately made him look like Lucien’s most trusted lieutenant. I crouched beside him. There was a small tattoo behind his ear. A black circle crossed by three lines. Project Black Veil. I had seen the symbol before. In my father’s files. My pulse accelerated. “Lucien.” “I see it.” “No,” I whispered. “You don’t understand.” I pointed to the tattoo. “This isn’t Victor’s symbol.” Lucien went still. “You recognize it?”

I asked. He nodded. “Yes, baby. I had almost finished.” I smiled. “Can I see?” “Sure.” I leaned off him, adjusting myself on the table. As he went to the sketch board, my gaze followed him. I noticed his tattoos again. The most outstanding was a knife seated in the middle of his back, surrounded by thorns. They were really different from Black’s. So much different. Black didn’t have a single tattoo on him. And maybe that was the rule—for him as an Alpha? To show discipline? Or what?

Maybe if I got in tight, I could press it to the bastard’s side, make him leave without a fuss. The first guy shoves Seb, exposing the black-and-white tattoo that covers most of the man’s arm. I think I recognize it, but it disappears too quickly for me to be certain. Seb stumbles back a step. “So, it’s like that?” He swings a punch at the taller man’s face. The man catches his fist and just stares at it. I study the tattoo in more detail. It’s a building with multiple towers. Fuck, I learned so many different signs and symbols when I was trying to get a hold on New York’s organized crime. Why can’t I place this one?

"Oh? You recognized me?" Steven sneered evilly. Sebastian laughed and said, "Isn't the black star tattoo on your hand a mark of a Blacklister?" There was indeed a tattoo of a black star on Steven's arm. It was the symbol of the Blacklist. Every member had to carry this tattoo. The Blacklist was the country's chart of worst outlaws. Everyone on the list was an outlaw who committed all kinds of evil deeds. Among them were internationally wanted criminals, traitors of martial sects, and murderous demons.

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

Gasly shouted as he punches the legs of Scott. [Scott kicked Gasly, and this made him almost fall on the ground, but Jin caught him] “Gasly!” Aster shouted. “Engage! Bow..” Aster chanted, but was stopped as Scott took his other hand too, making Aster unable to cast the bow since it has no opening space for the bow to appear. “What are you doing my beloved? Do you want to kill me? My Parents has arranged our marriage for the future, which is why, you should act like my wife starting today!” Scott said.