Three Eyed Raven Tattoo Novels & Stories

Too much time to waste to scold a hard-headed person, Hyde sighed, shook his head, and gave no more comments. "You better not touch anything. Don't cause any trouble for me; this is a crime scene. If you notice anything suspicious, just let me know." The journalist nodded in agreement and also began looking near the area where the body was found. Scanning the rest of the body, Hyde couldn't help but frown at its state. The brutality hadn't stopped at her face, but bruises also covered her arms and legs, some of them already turned a sickly purple-black. He turned the body carefully, his face thoughtful. He paused, his fingers tracing something on the woman's earlobe. There, he noticed a smal

I could just hear my heart beat getting louder as I slowly bent down and took a closer look at the ink . It was a simple tribal tattoo of three triangles interlocked into one common point. The triquetra tattoo looked to be darker along the interlocked parts of the triangles. “Where did you get that tattoo done?” I made sure to keep my very as stable as possible as I nonchalantly asked the question that was sending my heart into a frenzy. “It’s a birthmark,” He did not seem to care for much about the answer as he dryly answered while his focus remained on my leg .

Alone in the darkness, Cassie sensed an unwelcome presence. Nearby, a twig snapped; she swung her gaze to assess the sound. It came from the woods. Her eyes scanned the tree line and connected with those of a black wolf that sat, watching, and waiting. The mist from the forest floor veiled the surrounding woods, but his glowing blue eyes stood out. Those eyes. Dillon's eyes, stared at her with hunger that burned her soul, filling it with fear. The wolf stood rigid, focusing in on his target. Its steady gaze held hers as if determined for her to understand its desires.

I ask while kneeling down in front of her feeling how uneasy she feels hearing her parents yelling for her. I can’t help blushing a little when I stare into her obsidian eyes noticing her looking me over trying to understand what she is feeling. “I don’t know,” she whimpers at Rebecca screaming for her so I nod and scoop her up into my arms. “It’s ok come on,” I reassure while carrying her towards the barn door to find her identical twin opening the door. They are very much the same except, their hair, eyes, and abilities. Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha.

Immediately, I jerked my eyes upward. Too late. Those butt cheeks can’t leave my head, not for a very long time. I hated that my face was getting hot. Then I noticed the tattoos. A black raven stretched across his back, its wings half-spread on the back of his shoulders as though caught between flight and stillness. On his right shoulder was a black serpent curled over his left pec, glaring at the raven with so much intensity while the raven looked lonely and, worse, sad. More ink trailed across his back. Script. Symbols. Lines disappearing beneath fabric.

But the others were supremely confident in her capabilities that he had no choice but to capitulate. “Very well,” he said. “This investment group is formed as of right now, pending official paperwork of course. What’s our first order of business?” “How ‘bout a name?” asked Eva. “The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.”

Eya points to the different gold buckles making Raven nod. “Handy, I like that you chose to use gold with the black and red, and the silver fur for padding,” Raven pets her forearm where the bracers will go, the rest of us giggle at how weird she is being. “Isä and I kept in mind you wear a lot of black, silver, and red to represent you and my dads. We used gold plated steel to represent Jonathan, it’ll take time to get used to the idea of him being a da to me,” Eya explains, making me smile at her calling Vaari dad. It’s been different seeing our father with someone else, but Eya has been so good for him as he has been great for her as well.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

Her other hand kept finding my body, she stroked my thigh slowly, her fingers squeezed my breast, while the needle kept piercing my skin every second. She pinched my nipple hard and I gasped. By the third hour, I was trembling, a constant low hum of arousal building beneath the pain. Raven set down the machine. “Stand up.” I obeyed, my legs shaky. She guided me to the mirror, positioning me so I could see my reflection: the completed tattoo, it was dark and beautiful against my ribs, still weeping a little ink and blood. “It’s perfect,” I breathed. “It is.” Raven stood behind me, pressing against me, her hands coming around to cup my breasts. “But you’re not done yet. Get on the bench. On yo

“Never going to happen.” Just as I’m about to turn away, Raquel grabs me by the upper arm. My shirt’s sleeve rides up an inch, exposing the bottom portion of my old tattoo. She frowns, a flicker of recognition flashing across her eyes. She doesn’t let me escape, moving so swiftly that I have no time to react. She pushes my sleeve up to expose the entire composition: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its black beak. Her mouth falls open. “You’re a Red Raven.”