Three Eyed Raven Tattoo Novels & Stories

"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.

My head moved back on Christian as I took in his clear light blue eyes. Both of these guys were T-R-O-U-B-L-E if I’d ever seen it. “We’re uhm, actually triplets. Our third is around somewhere,” Vance said, scratching his neck. He turned slightly to the side and I gaped as I took in a massive silver marking on his back. It seemed to shimmer a bit under the sun. Is it a tattoo? My feet moved on their own, desperate to check it out more. He saw what I was doing and grinned. He turned to allow me better access as I ran my fingers over it in awe.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

she said, shaking her head. “Only because I love you,” I laughed. “Well, I am here today because I need some information.” “Oh?” I nodded and pulled out my cell phone. Scouring through my gallery, I found the image of Ivy’s tattoo, the one I assumed could be her pack sigil and showed it to her. “This tattoo, what can you tell me about this?” I asked. Ruby peered into the screen, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. “Seems like a pack sigil. Definitely a warrior clan with that sword there,” she said.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

“I will tie you up and spank you. I'll spank you harder and make you scream until you beg me to stop for thinking I’d ever want another woman besides you.” I swallowed hard as shiver ran down my spine. His words, the tone of his voice and the feral look in his eyes made me want him to do everything he said even though it sounded dangerous. Confusing arousal rocketed through me, leaking out of my pussy. Tearing his eyes away from our intense gaze, he grunted and matched towards the door. I couldn’t help but notice a broad Raven tattooed on the back of his neck, which made me wonder if it was of a significant to him.

I forced myself to suck it up as I sat down in front of grams in our usual shifting spot, but since the last rogue attack, we now had Dante accompanying us each night, and as the hours ticked by I’d always notice him starting to sway a little on his feet… he looked almost as tired as I was. “Are you ready, Raven?” Grams asked still as eager as she was two nights ago. Now that she knew my wolf was inside of me somewhere, I had already accepted there was no way she’d drop all of this training now! “Bring it on”. I replied, trying to sound just as keen as she was, whilst keeping my moaning to myself. “Ok. Now, you know what to do… start to relax, and let me know when you feel calm”. I let my up

those that are weak-willed would be enchanted by those scarlet pupils, and their spirit forever at bay within the darkness. “Although this wasn't my original idea, however, it's a lot of noble than searching you down. to not Pine Tree Station that a stubborn person, an individual like you, cannot presumably escape my eyes' binding. Kneel before me, and provide me with your neck!” “Ah, Mystic Eyes don't work on me either...” Raven scraped his head and replied slowly. supported what he's saying, his eyes weren't dazzled by the Mystic Eyes. Isabella's jaw drops and she stares at him blankly.