Storyline Tattoos Novels & Stories

he arched his brow, "okay... back to the business, about the tattoo, we were about five guys that just graduated from high school, not knowing what to do next with our lives, we decided to draw a tattoo that inspired us a lot." "So you concluded on a snake tattoo," I blurted out. "It's from Chinese folklore, really interesting if you read it," he smiled. I waved my hands dropping the milkshake on the table, "no thanks, I'll pass... snakes always find a way to creep me out." He laughed softly and was about to say so drying when my phone buzzing cut across the space. "Sorry about that, let me quickly check it," I carried my phone from the table, it was a text from Leslie, she had ordered chick

10 now and very impressed her dad’s were friends with The King. ‘Are you ready to go swimming?’ Ronin asked. We got changed and spend most of the day at the pool, Ronin and Bodhi admired my new tattoo. ‘You know we have a great tattoo artist at our pack too, that specializes in fine line designs’. Suddenly a plan came to mind, I could get a tattoo at every pack I visited like a souvenir. Bodhi mindlinked the tattoo artist and scheduled an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. We dried off and I put on my suit, this time without the jacket because of the heat and we headed to the backhouse together. Alpha Leonardo looked like a tough guy, with very broad shoulders and a lot of dark facial and b

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

“I know you don’t get to see that side of me. I’m glad you liked it.” “I while you were speaking, I thought up an idea for a tattoo for you. I can draw it up this afternoon if you are interested.” He looks ecstatic at the idea. Bronx and Cason have a very distinct plan for what Bronx will look like when they finish with all his tattoos. Milo and Reggie just get tattoos when they feel like it. I have only ever gotten another small tattoo on my ankle with the date of Sin’s attack on Blood River to commemorate the pack members who lost their lives.

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

I laid down on the bed as Phil, the tattoo artist, started working on my new ink. Josh was on another bed adding to the sleeve on his arm. My tattoo was half of a wolf’s face in a Samoan design with the caption ‘Fight or Die’ underneath it. Josh had phoned some old friends he still had and had arranged for an introduction to the man that ran the fight nights in California. We went to the first one and just watched. The place was packed and I felt sure that I could have taken that night’s fighters easily.

Koe explained and Tiffany nodded, not saying another word. The silence took over as we ate out meals. Ruby and Raphal were busy talking to each other. Tiffany can’t stop flirting with Nathan. While Nix was busy serving me more foods, trying to reduce the greasy ones and replace them with vegetables and fruits. I glanced at the painted wolves and examined their tattoos. “What do your tattoos signify?” I couldn’t keep my curiosity in a jar anymore so I had to ask about the meanings of their tattoos. “A lot of meanings. Just think of it as the Sun’s blessings to us every day.” Lea said. “We can’t talk more about it. Only if our Alpha allows us.”

“The tattoo you already have. The rose and dagger. My sister had the same one. Like, exactly the same, except hers was larger than yours. I was wondering how you ended up with that design?” “A-all of us have one. I mean, all of the Sentinel do.” Ayrelles puts her hand over her collarbone and looks confused. “It, um, represents our spirits’ journeys.” “The beauty of the journey is worth the danger.” Bronx and Les say at the same time. “That’s the Sentinel motto.” Les squints her eyes. “How did you know that?” Bronx rubs his hands together and looks past Les at a photo of Lenora, Ashley, and me on the shelf behind her. “Because that is what Lenora told me when I asked her if she was sure she w