Three Eyed Raven Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

Her eyes were so deep and beautiful that I just wanted to drown in them. One day Rasiya and I were having lunch at the cafeteria, Naina and Puneet were there as well. Suddenly my eyes fell on Naina's leg. Near her ankle, there was a tattoo. It was a star, moon, and sun tattoo near her ankle. It was very unique. I have never seen this type of tattoo in my life.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

Raven His words echoed through my mind, and I couldn’t help it as I blinked, long and hard, before looking up at him again. Did I have a mate? Those eyes searched mine, hot and desperate. He seemed so honestly confused. Was he serious? The mark was a circle with a half-circle under it. The half-circle had a perpendicular line running through it, which was crossed by another, smaller line.

A flicker of something, annoyance, maybe amusement, passes through his eyes. “I’ve noticed.” I hold his gaze for a second longer than I should, refusing to be the first to look away. But then my eyes betray me, drifting to his chest again, and that’s when I see it. Everything inside me goes still. There’s a tattoo over his heart. Black ink etched into his skin in exquisite detail. A bird in mid-flight with its wings spread wide and feathers so realistic I could swear they’re moving. A raven. My breath catches in my throat. My hand lifts out of the water without conscious thought. Trembling. Reaching for him like I’m drawn by invisible strings.

, he flipped through the pages and handed the old book over to me. I looked at the picture in the book in shock. The wolf looked exactly like my mate, Raven, except for the color of her eyes and the golden ring around her neck and ankles. I passed the book around for them to see before saying, “ They are similar, not the same. The color of the eyes is different. “ “Well, that is because Raven wolves take the color of their mate's fur as a symbol. Raven's wolf eyes are just like your fur, Zander,” he pointed out.

He smirked before removing a ring from his pocket. "Do you recognise this ring, Princess?" he asked. Valerie gasped with shock. She remembered the ring. It's the black opal ring which is similar to the pendant she is wearing. Raphael wears it. She never saw him removing that ring. It is the symbol of a Raven clan royal. Irina and Cadmus also has similar kind of rings. Each ring has the name of the person engraved on the underside of the ring. She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name.

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

He was still asleep. I slipped back into the bed beside him. That’s when I realized—he was burning up. Sweat dampened his chest despite the cold. His bare chest glistened under the dim light. My fingers hovered over the black raven tattoo on his left breast, its wings spread wide, claws clutching a broken crown like it had conquered something… or lost everything. “What does it mean?” I asked myself in a hushed voice. “I’ve never really looked at you this way. But now, it’s all starting to make sense. The date on your forearm…”

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table. “There isn't anything about this group or activities except for the name and the tattoo. But there might be something that might help us get information.” He slid a picture to me. “A 32-year-old homeless drunk with the exact tattoo of the Raven Syndicate spotted in Miami. I will go there tomorrow and find out more.” I looked at the picture of the man and properly looked at the tattoo. It was the same tattoo. A black raven in flight in a small, circular ink mark behind his ear. It would have been hard to miss it the way the picture was snapped.