Tattoos Alt Novels & Stories

“Why did you tattoo her name on your neck?” "Come here." The order was soft but firm, his palm resting on the cushion in invitation. Teeth gritted, I closed the distance and sat, my body tense. I was still filled with anger. I wanted to know why he would tattoo her name on his body, when it should have been mine. He took my hands into his and even though I wanted to pull my hands away, I couldn't. Maybe I need that reassurance. “First of all, that tattoo isn’t new. In our pack, Alphas mark the names of their Lunas on their skin. It's just like a symbol of their devotion to them.”

“Sold.” “And you?” he asked Chris. She flipped her short, golden braid over her shoulder. “Blue butterfly. Freedom. Chaos. Rebirth. You know, vibes.” The guy nodded. These two spoke each other's language apparently. While we waited for him to prep the designs, we lounged in the chairs, thumbing through a book of past tattoos. “Wait,” I said, pointing to a photo. “That looks like Alpha’s wolf form. Saint.” The artist glanced over. “Oh, yeah. The Alpha used to come in here all the time. Had a whole back piece done—his wolf, moon phases, some pack sigils. Really intense stuff.”

Why the wind decided to seek me out now was just a poetic justice. Taking off his shirt I finally saw those muscles in full. For the last day I had seen hints of them. His arms were the most striking to me at the time but those abs. They crawled up his stomach with two black tattoos on each of his pecks. Paw prints? “What are those about?” I pointed to my own chest then to him. Looking down he twitched slightly before shrugging, “Just something my brothers and I do when we start training. Conrad chose lines, Alfred chose stars. It’s like a a symbol that we have completed training.”

He knew she was staring at him in a strange way. Averting her gaze, she turned her attention to the woman beside him. ‘What kind are they? They’re both supernatural, but they look so different.’ Terra was beautiful—not surprising since it was said all Supernaturals were outworldly beautiful—but they look quite different. While Alaric had the palest skin and blackest hair she had ever seen, Terra had tan skin and light brown hair pulled into a neat, stylish bun. At the corners of her purplish eyes were small, beautiful purple flower tattoos. And her pointe ear stood out the most, decorated with an intricate piece.

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

I waited by the side, shoes in my hand as Alex made quick work of gathering all our belongings and shoving them inside the basket. The winds now felt chilly as they hit my wet clothes and Alex must have noticed it too because he took off his semi-wet shirt and draped it over my shoulders. Holy fucking cow! The man was ripped! But what caught my attention most was the tattoo that covered most of the right side of his abdomen, his chest and then to his shoulders. I didn’t know what that meant, but they looked like ancient symbols of some kind. But whatever the meaning…it was absolutely stunning.

ETHAN POV I growl under my breath as Miranda tenses and practically curls against my side in fear. The wolves challenging Andrew are covered in tattoos, but not the art I am used to seeing. The images printed on their flesh are meant to install fear. The poor excuses for artwork depict women being violated and men being tortured or killed. Two of them have their hit list tattooed on their chest. "Alpha King, thank you for taking the time to come to the South pack," Andrew says interrupting my thoughts as I approach him in the field they have chosen to fight in.

He looked perfect as usual, and his fresh and spicy scent filled the room, asking Blaise's. But what everyone's eyes were on, was of course his shirtless torso. Even Juliette couldn't tear her eyes away. It was the tattoo, the one only true Alphas obtain from birth. Right above his hip, black and terrifying. Juliette couldn't see what it was, but she knew it would be intimating. Whoever he mated, would get a tattoo just like it. She wanted it. It was made by the gods, to signify a true Werewolf, one many can only dream of seeing. A tattoo in myths and legends, and it was being shown right in front of the group.

A of Atali; mostly quiet, except for the triumphant blare of the speakers. As far into Atali as we are i didn't think there would be much turn-up, but there's massive babes and gees all around. There's even few guys sporting facial hair and greenish-black tattoos at awkward angles of their arms. They look like those guys your Mama told you emphatically to stay clear off. I kid you not.

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.