Three Eyed Raven Tattoo Novels & Stories

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

It made me want to reach out and trace the hard lines as well as the tattoos on it. He turned slightly and I caught sight of the rest of his body. The tattoo also covered the left side of his chest, black ink used to drag large wings. It was a raven, it was so detailed down to the sharp talons and the glint of its beady eyes. There were other drawings like a rose with the letter “E”. What does that mean? Family? Or perhaps..a lover? For some reason that thought made me bitter. Beneath it was a phrase written in Latin that flowed into his ribs.

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.

It only ever burned for Rowan; that specific, electrical pulse that my body produced without my permission every time he was close enough to touch. For Caleb there was nothing, which should have been a relief, but instead, it felt like a different kind of warning. Some things that were dangerous didn't register as threats until their teeth were already at your throat. "The tattoo," Caleb said, his eyes dropping to my neck in the way that was becoming a pattern. "I've been curious about it." "Most people are," I said dryly. “The mystery is the whole point.” "The raven," he said, ignoring my subtle jab. "Interesting choice, it is a significant bird." His dark eyes came back up to mine. "In a l

"That's Michael Rodriguez, isn't it?" Raven looked up to find a woman standing beside her table. She was in her thirties, with dark hair streaked with purple and tattoos covering both arms in an intricate sleeve that told stories of violence and survival. She wore a leather jacket with the Diamondback insignia—a coiled snake with bared fangs—embroidered on the back, marking her as either a member's old lady or someone with significant status in the organization. "Yes," Raven answered, letting her voice catch slightly. She'd practiced this moment, rehearsed the right combination of grief and desperate hope. "He was... he was everything to me."

Raven didn't have time to explain his full plan to Noah, but just told him to take whatever necessary means to take down THE beast, hence Noah's three shots. "Why did you shoot him three times!" Raven snapped angrily, finally catching his breath after the mate mark on his neck faded a little. "I...I panicked..." Noah blurted tamely, "His eyes were red and I knew how strong he was so..." "Okay, whatever," Raven waved his hand impatiently, putting the vial in Noah's hand, "feed him this first and then we'll talk!" "What is this?" Noah took the vial to Knight with a swift move, "Are you..."

I don't have to look up to see meet them at eye level, which means I am just as tall. Talking about eye level. Dimitri and Penelope have these insane gold eyes that I have never in my life seen another wolf have before. There aren't even any stories documenting this eye color so that has to mean it is specifically for the protectors of the warriors of the moon. You can see they have a shield on their hind legs which have to be their mark for being our protectors. Penelope has a shield made of black while Dimitri has one made of a dirty blonde color that matches my fur. Raven came into this weak and fragile, but you would never guess that from how powerful her wolf is. It's almost frightening