Slytherin Tattoos Novels & Stories

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

And then I noticed a snake tattoo, elegantly etched onto his body. He got tattoos? Lucian isn’t a fan of tattoos. The black snake tattoo on his shoulder was truly a work of art. The texture of the snake's skin seemed to leap off his shoulder, giving it a lifelike appearance. The snake's eyes were particularly captivating, as they were jet black and seemed to stare right into your soul. Its gaze was intense and piercing, adding to the overall power and presence of the tattoo. Moving down his arm, another striking tattoo caught my eye. A beautiful rose adorned his skin, with delicate petals and intricate shading. The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lif

“This my love, is what Teddy would need when he comes to an age when his powers get out of control” I squinted my eyes and looked closer on the marking with a familiar looking symbol. I have seen it in one my books of spells, “What does it say? Where did you get it?” “Daisy, the Witch Doctor. She had a friend who got me this symbol tattooed on my chest to help me survive in living the life as a hybrid. Protection against the darkness in me taking over my body and mind” he lifted my chin up to face him, “If Teddy is truly my son, he would need it too”

Not him. Just. Like. Everything. Else. "Yes, Pakhan." I bow my head with reverence, and Aleksander's eyes drift down to the tattoo on my wrist, where his gaze lingers. All the men in the Knights who pass The Reaping at the age of sixteen receive the Viking Futhark rune for defense tattooed on the underside of their wrist. They then receive the Greek Sigma symbol once they're initiated into the Brotherhood. I have neither because not only should no one know of my existence and lineage, but I was supposed to die that night seventeen years ago.

Probably making theories of what my tattoo is. After several seconds of deliberating within herself or in her mind-link with my sister, Kinsley finally speaks, “A wolf, of course. No, wait. A snake. He’s all about being hung and all.” “It’s not a snake. Not a wolf. It’s not even an animal. Clearly, you don’t know where and what the tattoo is. You’re a bully, a liar, and a conniving bitch. The only snake here, is you. The next time you lie to my face and inflict conflict between Cillian and me, I will make you regret it, for sure. Now, leave and go find the father of your child. Stop throwing yourself at men who have nothing but pity for you. I’m sure there’s someone out there who will love y

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

Stanley immediately complimented. However, Xyla instantly shook her head. “I forgot to tell you earlier… About the tattoo…” After that, Xyla told Stanley everything about the tattoo. Stanley cocked his brows in shock after hearing everything. “What?” He gasped. “The nine-tailed fox must have done it… Why did it do so? What is it up to?” Xyla said. Stanley’s frown deepened… He gently touched the red spider lily on Xyla’s hand. “I’ve no idea…” He had a look of concern in his eyes.

But for Raeherys they had none. “All is well, Your Grace,” replied Igryth. The scale tattoos on their arms and neck signified one of the old traditions in Draconos. However, it slowly faded as thousands of years had passed—forgotten. Only the people in Seagrad remained true to their tradition as they believed dragon tattoos symbolized their strength and vanity.

I tried to compose myself before looking in his direction again. I looked back at him to already being watched by me intensely. His eyes were the most beautiful contrast I have ever seen, ocean blue with green specks at the surface. I shamelessly drooled over him, until I realized I was too late. I lowered my gaze to his chest only to witness a tattoo, a tattoo of a dragon forging from the fire; on the other side just where the heart resides, written Selene in bold capital letters. I looked away, feeling a pang jealousy from a complete stranger, all the wolves were bowing in front of us, not before us, but...

Aidan watched them in total awestruck by this spectacle, unknowingly this fight etched inside his brain. Meanwhile, Sly changed into a black dragon, copying the dragon in front of him minus the color while being assisted by Ajiad and Yusoff. Unlike Ibrahim and Liliana, Sly wasn’t exactly struggling but he still didn’t have the leeway to finish this battle earlier than he originally thought. Although he already smelled King and Double, he still couldn’t look away to see where Shadow was because of how tough his opponent was. A small Elementalist nudged him on his cheek and tilted their head. It was the rock Elementalist call by Ajiad.