Slytherin Tattoos Novels & Stories

12 - Killian Wilde [The Archer] ➽─────────────────────────────────────➽ ➽─────────────────────────────────────➽ Team #2: The Amethyst Serpents (Represents the House of Wanderlusters) — { The school's official emblem combined with a serpent is a symbol of wisdom but also temptation. These cunning students slip through the competition, trailing their prey with silent tenacity as they watch from the edges, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and subdue with ruthless efficiency. They vowed to achieved their goals by any means, as they see what others miss under the cloak of darkness. } Players for this Team: ➽ Student No. 1 - Serene Lanthe [The Chainblader]

Jostling his shirt to reveal the many tattoos under the grease-stained wife-beater. From his cuffed shirt, a dark but shaded sleeve of thorny roses, clocks, and crosses cover his right arm, while a spiralling black dragon travels around his left. Spine and scales shaded in, with burgundy lines that fade to a light crimson down its tail that hides below his classic wristwatch. Lucian Slater: Hey, bud. He crouches on one knee to greet his son's tight hug. Lucian Slater: I'm sorry I'm late. Gael Slater:

I made sure all the rings looked identical but that they were customized as well. Osiris’s ring was black tungsten symbolizing his black hair, and black wolf, with 6 small unheated teal sapphires embedded in the band, symbolizing the teal color of his eyes and the six of us within this mate bond. Inside it was engraved with mine and his initials and the word “Gorgeous”.

He narrowed his eyes at the title and I realized that he wasn't completely comfortable with it. “There has been war, targeting mostly Lycans. Most of the lycan clans have been destroyed. Mine is the only one still standing in the south. We don't know who these people are, they move smoothly, too smoothly. The seers say they use black magic. That's all we know” I explained. He pondered for a while, “That may explain how they moved so quickly without being noticed. I sympathize with you and your people. But what exactly do you want with us?”

"May your reign bring prosperity and strength to the Slytherin pack." "Here here," the crowd echoed as they raised their own glasses. I drank deeply and felt the satisfaction of achievement settle into my bones. I had done it. I had claimed my birthright and secured my future. Nothing could stop me now.

"I tend to do stupid things... What if I… hurt you?" Bitter laughter escaped his throat. "That's impossible. I made sure of it." Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands over his chest, taking off his glamour spell and revealing a series of tattoos. I instantly recognized one of them—a triskelion. The Celtic symbol looked exactly as I remembered it from my dream, and before I knew it—just like in my vision—I reached out my hand to touch it.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

She coldly raised her eyes. Draco nodded and locked the door behind. "I also have my suspicions, but she'ld be stupid to try anything funny." "Are you also underestimating her? Leonardo can't seem to look past her body or whatever shit he's obsessed with!" She gritted as Draco took off his formal jacket. The triskeles tattoo which all the Kelions had peeked above the collar of his black shirt, on his neck region. "You can't really blame him though. She's a real looker.... But she won't catch me off guard." He promised as his tie went off next.

I asked Sera gesturing to some students seated close to us. Sera bit into her apple, "Oh that? Silvermoon and Mystic Pack always have their different tattoos drawn when they turn sixteen," She gestured to some others who were still in line for lunch. "Moonstone pack members have their gem pendants, Ironclaw pack have their bracelets, and we Shadowhawl have our piercings and birthmark." She concluded, showing me a dark paw-shaped patch on her arm. "That's cool," I replied nodding. "Guess I'd have to ask uncle Gray what ours is."

What am I thinking? "Hale? You really are that Sin.” I twist the thin silver ring around my finger, which colour now seems dull when I look at Hale’s tattoo’s and eyes. "Sloth," he affirms, tucking his hands behind his back. "You know, the lack of feeling, being very passive etc. That's why I haven't killed you yet." "Didn't know it was so literal,” I exclaim quietly. Maybe my research is for nothing, that I’ve been wrong about purebloods this entire time…