Slytherin Tattoos Novels & Stories

He said. "Then how'd you...get that?" I pointed with my index finger towards his neck. "I heard you get that type of tattoo or something similar when you come of age as a wizard. It's the symbol that shows the moon goddess has shown her blessings on a wizard, and he is ready to conquer the world with his magic. Also, they say a half moon tattoo could only be found on some unique wizard who has something related to the Alpha blood." He said that as if it wasn't a big deal but for me it was. I was stunned to think that he was taking his powers so lightly.

Deeper. León's breath caught at the sound of the voice in his head. “A tattoo?” Draco tilted his head, and a flicker of something like amusement crossed his features. He gestured again and waited. The choice hung in the air. The others had marked him with teeth and claws and seed. Draco was offering something permanent, something that would last beyond the aches and the bruises. León looked at the needle, then the ink before he looked into those silver eyes that held no pressure.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

She must be powerful if she can do that and if she goes by the name of Minna she must have recovered her memories or if she faked her memory loss then. "I must go back now Poppy but I will leave a gift that only you and I can see, it will protect you to some extent and I can feel you through it and you can feel me." Tanya say and she takes my left wrist and kisses it on the inside. I watch as her eyes become completely blue with a reptilian slit and her tongue shifts too as she stabs me with it but it doesn't hurt. I watch my skin on my wrist as it turns blue and then a silver blue tiny dragon tattoo marks my skin and I raise my eyebrows as it fades away.

She tasted blood and him, and to her shock, she kissed back, her hands tangling in his braids. But as the kiss deepened, something shifted in Gorak. This fire in his veins, this addiction blooming with every taste of her sweet mouth, her tight heat, it confused him. Was this the legend of the women from Slytherin? They whispered that the first taste was poisonously addictive, a siren’s call that bound even the strongest warriors. He wanted to own her completely, mark her as his forever, never let another touch her. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her with those molten amber eyes, breath ragged. “Do you submit to me, little sun? Will you be my mate, bound to me, body and soul?”

The dark blue ink felt like blood seeping across the paper. Vardan took the paper back with a satisfied expression. "Smart." The man moved forward as if to touch Sora’s cheek. Reflexively, Sora threw up his hand to block him. The sudden jerk caused the mallet in his hand to slip, striking Vardan’s exposed wrist. Vardan’s black sleeve shifted slightly from the impact. There, etched into his golden skin, was a small, hyper-detailed tattoo. A howling wolf with a single falling-star eye. The true mark of the Kaldreon clan. Sora’s blood turned to ice instantly.

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

“Yes. Ren is literally a Samurai. He’s a warrior, and his family a descendant to a noble class of ancient Japan Society.” Once Lucius was done working on the pentagram, he asked us to step into each corner. “Don’t let anyone’s hands go no matter what. As soon as I cast the incantation, you hold each other’s hand.” “Can I choose where I want my tattoo?” Theia asked. I shook my head as I held Theia’s hand and Nora’s. On the other side was Lucius. He began chanting, and the surge of wind surrounded us. “I forgot to tell you guys that it hurts.” Just as he finished talking, Theia started screaming. He was right it fucking hurt like my skin was burned by a torch or something.

“I am going with you.” “Thank you..” I smiled in appreciation, grabbing the tray the girl had dropped and walking out. I felt my heart pounding wildly as we walked to the hall. “Remember, Sapphire.” Menah whispered as we got to the door. “Your head low.” I nodded as we walked in. It was surprisingly bright. The chandeliers above lighting up the room along with the candles on the table, if o was not serving a room full of lycans I was sure I would gave admired the hall more closely.

“You’re sure no shifters had this mark?” He gave a single nod. I studied the tattoo—a serpent coiled through a three-headed skull, each skull bearing the distinct features of a mamba, a cobra, and a viper. A flicker of recognition stirred in my memory, but I couldn’t place it. Pulling out my phone, I snapped a picture. “I’ve seen this before—just can’t remember where. I’ll dig into it from my office. Thanks, Doc.” He acknowledged me with another nod before sliding the body back into its cold drawer.