Three Eyed Raven Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Ten years ago, during the first Silverfang push. We were caught in a canyon. I was the only one who made it out. I put their names where I could feel them every time I breathe. It reminds me that my life isn't just mine. I carry them with me." Raven didn't pull away. She leaned forward, her chest pressing against my back. The heat of her body was a shock to my system. She dipped her fingers into a small jar of peppermint oil she had brought. She began to rub it into the skin over my old wounds. "You carry so much, Jax," she whispered. "It's my job," I said. "It shouldn't be your only job," she countered. She moved around to the side, her knees brushing against my thigh. She looked at the la

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying at all, my attention completely stolen by his bare chest. I couldn’t help but notice the armband tattoo on his left arm. The word “Moretti” was inked in a beautiful Old English font, with detailed lines making it look even cooler. His tattoos just added to that tough, masculine vibe he had going on. Then I saw the tattoo on his back. A raven, placed right in the middle of his back, near his shoulders and neck. It was so well done, I couldn’t stop staring at it, totally impressed.

My eyes fell on my naked body, which was filled with love bites at the moment, and my cheeks reddened again. It was as if the Alphas were scared of not leaving their marks on me... A smile crossed my lips. Following the love bites up my body, my eyes fell on a golden tattoo on my chest. It was in between my breasts___ dazzling and beautiful. My eyes flickered. Was this the mark Alpha Raviel left behind? My eyes drifted to my neck, and on the right side was a small dark dot, which indicated the mark left behind by Alpha Severin and King Jared.