Thorfinn Dagger Tattoo Novels & Stories

Marcus said. I lifted my head and looked at the bike again through tears. Now that I could see past the shock, I noticed the rest. The new paint was deep black with a subtle shimmer that only showed when the light hit it just right. Along the side of the tank, worked into the design so delicately I almost missed it, was a dagger. Behind it, a crown. Around both, the fine lines of a compass, woven together in the exact shape of our tattoo. My hand pressed against my chest.

"Then I let the debt collectors dismantle every stone of your mother's legacy. Every heirloom, every wall, every memory will be picked apart and sold to the highest bidder until there is nothing left but dust. I will walk away, and you will be left with nothing but the clothes on your back and the wolves at your door." He produces a small, razor-sharp silver dagger from his belt and holds it out. The blade is ornate, etched with ancient runes that pulse with a faint, rhythmic light. He presses his own thumb against the edge until a bead of bright, crimson blood wells up on his skin—a signature of the contract.

Not him. Just. Like. Everything. Else. "Yes, Pakhan." I bow my head with reverence, and Aleksander's eyes drift down to the tattoo on my wrist, where his gaze lingers. All the men in the Knights who pass The Reaping at the age of sixteen receive the Viking Futhark rune for defense tattooed on the underside of their wrist. They then receive the Greek Sigma symbol once they're initiated into the Brotherhood. I have neither because not only should no one know of my existence and lineage, but I was supposed to die that night seventeen years ago.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

Julian said, staring at the grainy image. "It's a start." Damian zoomed in. "He has a tattoo. On his right hand. Between his thumb and index finger." "What kind of tattoo?" "A symbol. Looks like a snake wrapped around a dagger." I knew that symbol. I had seen it before. On Victor's desk. On the ring he wore. On the letter he had sent Julian from prison. "The Snake and Dagger," I said. "It's Victor's private symbol. Only his inner circle wears it."

Magnus glanced at it and shrugged. “It’s just a Norse symbol. When I did it, I thought it looked quite cool. Matched the penningar… I mean, the Norse coin I’ve had for years.” Without thinking of what it might do to either of them, she reached out and touched the tattoo on the left side of his chest. “It’s a Norse symbol alright. And it’s Loki,” she told him. Her hand slipped from his body until his hand reached out and caught it. “Loki is the blood-brother of… Odin,” she continued after swallowing hard.

My heart stutters in my chest from looking at his beauty, a part of me still unable to understand how we could have gotten so lucky with him. He is absolutely perfect and I could not have asked for a better mate. I can sense Leigh withdraw back in my mind at that thought, but I don’t have time to check on her with so many expectant eyes staring at me. Derrick leans down, giving me a light peck on my lips before pulling back and handing me a beautiful, silver-plated dagger. The artwork around the dagger was beautiful to look at. Intricate lines were carved into the handle in the shape of vines with flowers that I have only ever seen in my dream world. My eyes widen in surprise when I see one

He turned out of the shower as I turned to face him. Ethan looks at me from behind and scans my bare body with his hungry gaze as if trying to memorize it. I have to fight like hell not to flinch. I never anticipated feeling this exposed in front of him while naked, and the dumb self-consciousness just wouldn't go away. He calls out, "Come out. We need to go." and exits entirely. I have a clear view of his big shoulders and fitting back. In the center is a dagger tattoo that drips blood into a pit beneath it. It's so much Ethan, and it's also lovely and gory.

Lenora's POV Alpha Zade stood before me, stark naked, his chiseled physique on full display. My eyes darted wildly around his body, taking in the tattoo that covered part of his chest and left arm. His tattoo was the same as the symbol I had seen on the signboard earlier. ‘Two daggers crossed over its forehead, their blades adorned with ancient runes.’ Alpha Zade's tattoo, a symbol of his Pack's heritage, seemed to glow in the room's dim light, a reminder of his strength and authority and power.