Tattoos Alt Novels & Stories

Alpha Anton P.O.V Today, I haven't much to do. I've worked so hard daily; I have done every work I needed to do. The pack was fine. All I had to do now was to listen out for any danger alert, which barely happened. Outsiders are so terrified by me no one wants to get on my bad side. Sometimes I'm so bored I want to take a break from my land for a while and chase any criminal I see just for fun. My wolf needed to attack and chase something. Sometimes my wolf felt like it wanted to claw its ways outside of me and run wild. Last night I barely had any sleep after Thruce had completed my tattoo. It is a bad-ass tattoo covering my entire chest and both hands. A word us to describe it how it looke

“Yes what?” “Yes s-sir.” I shivered, my orbs scanning his chest which heaved in lust. Ink covering his body. The type of ink you could trace your fingers on. His tattoos were beautiful and elegant. My eyes latched on a specific tattoo on his collarbone, -- Wings embedded in a thorny rose. And a writing just beneath it which said, -- Alis volat propriis. I wonder what it means? Humming, his darkened greys met mine again. The hand which was on my waist now slowly travelled towards my ass.

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

I managed to push out a smile. I told her genuinely, "Thank you. But, who are you?" Her smile deepened on her lips. "I am Celeste." She sent a hand out to me, which I took, noticing the black tattoo that stood out on her wrist. It was an unusual tattoo, which seemed more like a runic symbol. It was of three crescent moons, all facing away from each other. What did it represent? "I'm Allyssa," I said, and she nodded knowingly with a smile, causing me to chuckle. "And you already know that. Nice to meet you, Celeste," I said, instantly liking her. It is funny how this night keeps getting weirder.

My eyes dragged over him slowly, shamelessly, like they had a mind of their own. His chest was broad, which was rising and falling with each calm breath. Water beaded on his skin, rolling down in lazy paths I wanted to follow with my tongue. And the tattoo...fuck it, I was a gooner for men with tatts. I remembered encouraging Sinclair in the past to get his first tattoo just because I wanted to lazy trace them every chance I had.. Alaric had a full sleeve on his left arm which was on full display now, black ink swirling from his wrist all the way up, the patterns was intricate but I was too consumed in drooling over his body to spend much time on his tattoo

He assumed the black mark was a tattoo. “Since when did Aslan have a tattoo?” The last time Allen had seen Aslan, his little brother's body had been clean and tattoo-free. Allen hadn't received any reports from Johan or Fred that Aslan had gone to a tattoo artist while living with Skylar, either. Besides, Allen thought the idea of Aslan getting inked just didn't make sense. Allen knew that his little brother hated being touched by others. Even the slightest touch made Aslan pull away or get angry. Having to get tattooed would be even worse. A tattoo artist would clearly have to touch Aslan’s skin for hours to finish a tattoo design.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

"She does the designs, I handle the tattooing." The blonde huffs and approaches me. She shows me a photo of a guy I immediately recognize. It's Harry Styles. "I want to get a tattoo of my boyfriend's picture." She looks me in the eyes, daring me to contradict what she just said. Which, of course, I do. I smile defiantly. "Are you aware that he's a singer?" "Of course I know that my boyfriend is a singer. Are you jealous or something?" Oh God, besides her breasts, she also has neurons made of silicone.

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

He did. He introduced me to his organization as his daughter. He trained me personally, how to fight, how to shoot, how to kill. He got into my head. I became a totally different person. He gave me a tattoo that matched his. We were three who had that tattoo on our arms in that organization. I, Pa Alejo and Tyler. Tyler was the son of Pa Alejo's right hand. The tattoo was of an eagle attacking its prey. He said it signified glory and what not.