Slytherin Tattoos Novels & Stories

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

"Selena, can you do the honors? The entrance is behind this sink that has a snake engraving on it." Erik asked Selena, without turning to her, just pointing to the sink with his hand. Selena nodded her head and went to Erik's side. She then extended her right arm and with a grabbing motion of her hand, she summoned Slytherin's sword. Selena then pointed the blade of the sword to the snake engraving on the sink and ordered out loud while pumping some of her magic inside the sword. "OPEN."

He bared his chest for the reference, Sylvia was almost drooling as she found it hard to answer it. “It’s a result of witch Susan’s failed magical healing.” “Wrong answer!” Zayden replied icily, the black fur emerged from his skin, his nails protruded into deadly claws as he lunged at Sylvia. “You fucking liar!” He clutched her neck firmly in his claws, catching her off guard. “This tattoo is a protective shield, giving me extra strength to fight off the evils of this curse. Do you even know how hard my life is? I can’t drink, go to parties or become a father as your dear uncle made sure to leave me impotent to end the Ellsworth bloodline with me.”

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

His eyes scan the room and a few on the board look away, bowing their heads in respect. “Alpha, I wasn’t questioning your judgment,” Clancy interrupts, “I’m simply…” “Apple is my only Luna!” Sly roars. “I will not accept another. She is MINE!” Frantically, Sly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it to the side, revealing the gleaming gold mark in the shape of my teeth on his neck. A few in the crowd gasp openly as he turns his body slowly to make sure everyone gets a good look. “Alpha-level…” some of them whisper. “She’s more than wolf enough…”

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

Elian let out a low whistle and didn’t answer my question. "Alright, Sherlock, color me impressed." “But I wasn’t done.” I gestured subtly toward his tattoo. "And the snake? That’s not just a trendy ink job. The way it coils on the back of your hand, if it’s ready to strike anyone in front of you? It’s not for show. People who get tattoos like that usually have a deeper meaning attached. Protection, maybe. A warning. Or a mark of affiliation."

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"