Three Eyed Raven Tattoo Novels & Stories

“It wouldn’t fix the wolfsbane.” “But it means she would heal, right?” He nods. Ryker pulls up his sleeve, exposing a tattoo of a hawk that wraps around his forearm. “Do it.” He says. “Take as much as you need.” “You don’t need to…” I begin but he silences me with a look.

Stepping forward, I rolled my wrists gently, loosening my muscles as I made my way to the center of the circle. Evander caught the movement and gracefully stepped aside, making space the way a king would. The tattooed man who had mocked me before broke away from the group. His steps were careful but proud. His bare arms flexed as he stepped into the circle. The thick black ink that ran down his left arm gleamed under the sun. “I do not wish to insult you, Lady Ravena,” he said firmly. “But I need to know. If we are to follow you, fight beside you, and trust you… we need to be sure you can protect us.”

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

I called to him, tapping his arm until he leaned in so I could whisper in his ear. "Behind her neck." Both our eyes raised to see the raven tattoo that was mostly hidden by her dyed hair but there was no mistaking the pattern. Luca's eyes then went to the pianist who too had his back to us. The same Raven tattoo stood out. "We need to find where the VIP seats to this theater are," Luca told me and I nodded, the two of us standing up. If the Ravens were running the show, I bet my left leg their Don had the best seats in the house.

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

“I told you we’d see each other again, little squirrel.” “What?” I lifted my eyes, and stepping out of the shadows, with black hair swept back and deep gray eyes, was the customer who had defended me earlier that night. “You…” my voice faltered as I tried to piece together what was happening. The man smiled, raising his right hand to his hair, revealing the intricate tattoo on his forearm and hand. A raven with red eyes. My entire body went limp, and I fell back onto the floor. Casually, he crouched in front of me, still smiling.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

There was something everybody in the room had in common, and that thing is their evil and gut-killing aura. None of them were smiling. But if there was anybody that had the most notorious and evil expression, it was the guy sitting in the direction opposite the other six. He had the darkest hair in the world, dark-brown eyes that showed his hatred against humanity and his devilish personality. Across his left cheeks is a beautiful yet sleep-tormenting tattoo of the Indian red Scorpion. Raven seemed to be in torture as he looked at the six men before him. His hands were balled into a fist and it seemed like he was holding his breath as he observed each of their faces.

Before he and Cyan talked again. "Why is it that everyone has a tattoo?" this is what I've been asking for a while now. "Everyone is required to have one." "Really? So even us? Are we going to get tattoos too?" "Uhuh? And at the bar we're going to, there's the tattoo artist who will put you in. I'll go with you." "What style tattoo do we need to have?" "It depends on you, darling." "You? What about you?" "Three ravens." He showed the part near his chest. Three birds were there and it was all a raven.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.