Thorfinn Dagger Tattoo Novels & Stories

"He is not very nice to her. I think Arthur's fat head might have affected him," "Dagmar has two mates," "What?" she snorts. "Two? That's a possibility? How would this work?" she asks pointing at my arm. I hold out my right arm where my pack marks are to show her the triskele on my hand. "You have many marks, Alpha Jayk," "The gold ones are marks," I pull my sleeves up. "The colored ones are tattoos. Those I had someone do for me," "They're very pretty," she smiles tracing the gold spirals. "They're all connected. How do we know if we are the gold spiral or the black and red circle?"

Simon jumped up and started ushering people back over to the tented area and away from the scene. "What have you done to me?!" Gerwulf was seething anger even as he was unable to move his body. His eyes were still a constant obsidian as Cinnabar began making him snarl at everybody around him. Finn flipped his son onto his back and lifted his left arm for us all to see his rib cage. The scar-like symbol that showed Gerwulf had been born of alpha blood was on display. It had turned completely black, looking like a tattoo that had began to leak it's ink and decorate him in tendrils of black.

His height prohibited me from getting a good look, so I rose back onto my knees, holding his hair to one side and leaning near. “More light.” “Demanding,” he whispered, but picked up his axe, lifting it aloft to illuminate his flesh. Not unexpectedly, the tattoo was fashioned like an axe, the blade engraved in great detail, however, the rune signifying Thor was what grabbed my eye. Like my own tattoo, the crimson inkwork pulsed with the beat of his heart, and, beneath my observation, it seemed to throb quicker. “Nervous?” “My neck is exposed to you, Born-in-Fire,” he answered. “I’m terrified.” Smiling, I drew my left index finger along the faint red lines.

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

We could have resolved our differences last night and kissed each other goodbye today. I knew he was watching. From somewhere. Hidden. I took out my dagger, the blade gleaming with my name on it. It was a gift by my father that I always carried on my person, no matter what. I raised the dagger high in my hand, the blade reflecting the sun’s shine and catching his attention. I, MAYA THUNDERSTORM, MATE AND QUEEN OF SEBASTIAN THUNDERSTORM, LOVE YOU, SEB, ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US.

I whispered realizing he was not going to make it out of this forest. “Very well, you will be Alpha,” he whispered as he took out a dagger and handed it to me. On it was the inscription of our ancestors, I knew what this was, it was the full moon crest but it had been broken and I had just one half in my hands. But as soon as the dagger landed in my hands, I felt power surge through me like never before, I roared and my roar had changed, a wolf tattoo was imprinted on the whole of my left hand just like that of the Alpha.

Instead, it tilted. Not with gravity. But intention. And then—a sound. Not loud. Not sharp. Just final. A deep, guttural hum, echoing up from the trench beneath them. Not speech. Not a growl. A breath before speaking. Jonas dropped to his knees. “It’s waking.” “No,” Maya said quietly. “It’s listening.” --- The dagger began to glow red-hot. Maya pulled it free. Symbols across the blade lit up—sigils of the previous tides. The Choir. Nymira. The Wind. The Mirror. The Iron. All etched into the blade now. All watching her.

"You still look pale. Still upset about what happened last time?" He looked me over with a suffocating "generosity" in his tone. "I already said that if you recognize your mistakes and learn the grace and restraint a Luna should have, I can let what happened go." I ignored him and instead focused on a finely crafted silver dagger on the stand. The blade glittered coldly, with ancient Norse wolf runes carved into the hilt, symbolizing strength and protection. This would be perfect for Eli. "How much for this?" I asked, picking up the dagger.

It was a difficult decision, but Ahmed complied with her request , she conveyed her will to him and the phoenix tattooed on his back changed to an ice wing and a fire wing phoenix , he pulled his dagger and placed it on her heart, but he hesitated a lot, she saw that on his eyes so she pushed her body towards the dagger and it sank into her heart. Ahmet cried heartily, even his friend Yuri's request he was unable to complete it, and here is her sister lying dead in front of him, the light began to shine from her corps and went towards the tattoo, and the tattoo absorbed all that energy, then the body evaporated and only a small frozen lake remained in which Ahmet placed his dagger.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.