Sirius Black Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

I immediately made my way to the kitchen to fix something for myself, but I was caught off guard. There he was, standing as if he had walked right off a billboard, wearing a sleeveless black top and briefs, his firm hands were evidence of years of gyming, and I could see his dick through those damned briefs. He rolled his tattooed fingers on the glass he was holding, somehow I picked that it was a habit for him to do that. “I asked if you need something?” his voice sounded huskier than usual, and there was something it did to me.

Axel snarled. Gary struggled, twisting wildly. His shirt tore down the back and both Axel and I froze. Because on Gary’s upper back was a tattoo. A black crescent moon split by a thin blade, four small lines around it like broken compass points, and a tiny drop of blood at the bottom. Shock crashed through me in waves. Gary was part of the Black Meridian Order.

“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.

Compared to Astral whose vibe was sinister, Sirius who worked for a powerful organization looked friendlier. “It is you, Sirius.” Astral narrowed his eyes. Sirius glanced at Astral without a word. He kept walking with a fierce-looking group in tow. The group drew close to Kaze. Kaze looked at Sirius and asked indifferently, “Did Magnus send you?” “Mr. Lee.” Sirius smiled and spoke humbly, “My name is Sirius Glitter, an illegitimate child of the Glitter family. I’m the chief of the Viper’s Den’s serious crime unit.”

"I need to order one hundred custom seals. Engraved with 'Blackmoon Pack's Slut.'" "And I'll need your special enchanted ink. The kind that carries the permanent stench of shame and exile. And I need it immediately."

I stuttered. “ I was going to tell you eventually but since our friendship is already hanging by a thread, I might as well just snap it,” he looked at me in the eyes, not breaking eye contact as I tried to decipher what he meant by everything he was saying. He turned his back against me and took off his shirt revealing a large tiger tattoo on his back. “ Why are you showing me this?” I stared at it confused. I hadn't known that Miro had a tattoo and one as vivid as this. “ I'm from the Russo Crime Syndicate.”

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.

Blackwood. These are my stepbrothers. Lucius's signature scar cuts across the line of his jaw in a brutal slash, accentuating the severe lines of his face and lending a feral shine to his unusual wine red eyes. Thorne... shifts on his feet and my eyes land on his rolled up sleeves. Every inch of his arms are inked now, covered in sleeves of black tattoos disappearing under rolled up cuffs. Both of them are staring at me, hard and unforgiving, but none of them are answering my question so i ask it again, screaming this time,