Sirius Black Tattoos Novels & Stories

Of course, after I bathed myself in sunblock and putting on my pink summer hat. I didn't change into swimwears just yet. I remained wearing the casual clothes I wore into nap this morning after breakfast. "Wow! There's a tattoo stand!" I grabbed Sirius on the arm and pulled him with me towards the offering tattoos. "Hello!" I greeted smiling widely while eyeing the big book of tattoo designs displayed on his table. "Is this permanent or you do henna as well?" The old man smiled at me. "I do henna, too. Would you like one? You can choose among these designs."

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."

He couldn't since he had never experienced similar feelings before. "Astar!" Sirius turned his attention toward the dark-skinned man who seemed to call him. The boy couldn't determine his age since he was the oldest person he had ever met. The man was only wearing a breechcloth as a cloth, though, the boy found his appearance still quite intriguing. Despite his age, he was muscular, his torso covered with countless tattoos representing a mighty dragon flying towards the skies. Some spiral symbols were also decorating his head, starting from the top of his skull--since he was bald, they were noticeable--ending up below his eyes.

"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."

I resisted the urge to fan myself as my body temperature shot up. Other than bulky muscles, black ink marked his back with various tattoos. My brain had melted the moment I saw his hot, muscular body, so before I could think about it, I took a step in his direction and then a few more until I had a clear view of his tattoos. At a little distance down the neck, there was a tattoo that portrayed eight phases of the moon in a horizontal alignment. On the right side of his back, the anatomy of a wolf heart was tattooed with blood dripping down in drops. A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

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.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.