Traditional Raven Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

“Who's Raven?“ he asked, the words so quiet that she almost missed it. Nora flinched. “Huh?“ “I asked a question—who's Raven?!“ Nora almost had a stroke when she heard his tone. He hadn't shouted or act angry towards her for the short time they've met. The fact that he was doing that now was so scary to her—not his tone but the fact that he had begun to act negatively for the first time. “You can't talk?“ he asked when he saw that Nora's mouth was wide agape. “I—I don't understand,” stammered Nora. “Raven is my—” Another guy with the same black outfit but with black joggers came running into the room at that moment. He was some feets taller than Darkie and when he bent to whisper something t

“Is he deliberately trying to drive me insane?” Raven was always associated with dark colors—black, navy blue, and dark brown. Those were the only ones he wore. To him, pink was a color that would ruin his image. It was so far down on his preference list that it wouldn’t even make the top thousand if he had a choice. That color reminded Gia of Caius, who would be delighted to receive a pink sweater as a gift. Still scowling, Raven ripped off the label and put on the sweater. Thankfully, the pants provided were black. Due to their unexpected stay, they had no choice but to accept whatever the host had prepared.

Raven's eyes sweep over me, slow and appraising, before their lips curl into a knowing smile. "Oh, honey," they purr, clapping their hands together. "This is going to be fun." Raven practically vibrates with excitement, their eyes sweeping over me like I'm a couture gown they can't wait to tailor. Neon lights reflect off their sequined jumpsuit, throwing glimmers of purple and silver across their dark skin. I shift under their gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of how ordinary I must look compared to the dazzling explosion of colour around me. But Raven doesn't seem to mind. They take a step closer, eyes glinting.

Like, what could be better than my Diesel? But Raven was already describing her new man — the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching, how he had done some shit even when she never spared him any attention. Then she mentioned it casually: the butterfly tattoo on his left arm. She said he got it because she once— My chewing slowed. A butterfly tattoo… I had definitely seen that before. The pieces clicked together in my head, one by one. My eyes widened slowly as the realization hit me. “No way…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

But when I flashed her a glimpse of my idea, her chest rumbled in agreement. Gunner and Roan watched with interest as Raven wiggled her way out from between them. But when she stopped, showing them her rear, then swishing her tail across their muzzles, the challenge had been offered and they were all too willing to accept. Raven bounded away just as her two mates rose drunkenly to their feet, having gotten much too comfortable lazing next to her. I sat back and watched as she expertly navigated the trees and brambles of the forest as if she’d been doing so for years. But despite her head start, it wasn’t long before the intoxicating scents of Gunner and Roan grew thicker as they closed in on

I also observed that the upper part of the arm was tattooed with the name ‘Raven’ in capital letters. “Do their kind also fancy tattoos just the way normal humans do?” I thought out loud to myself. That was quite strange, though; maybe I just haven't known or studied that aspect of them. To think that I had once looked into those eyes, and it was nothing near angelic. The darkness that used to loom over these orbs was unfathomable, and somehow, it screamed danger, but now, it seems to be all gone. But to think of it, why did he just choose to flaunt his body?

It only ever burned for Rowan; that specific, electrical pulse that my body produced without my permission every time he was close enough to touch. For Caleb there was nothing, which should have been a relief, but instead, it felt like a different kind of warning. Some things that were dangerous didn't register as threats until their teeth were already at your throat. "The tattoo," Caleb said, his eyes dropping to my neck in the way that was becoming a pattern. "I've been curious about it." "Most people are," I said dryly. “The mystery is the whole point.” "The raven," he said, ignoring my subtle jab. "Interesting choice, it is a significant bird." His dark eyes came back up to mine. "In a l

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…”

"A bad day is one thing, acting like you don't give a shit about Raven and fucking a random woman isn't a bad day, that's you spiralling." "Enough, we will sort Ashton out after." I turn and look at Grayson. "When Raven was fifteen, things started happening in her life. She had a stalker, he would send her pictures of her, and leave her gifts and stuff. At seventeen, Raven was at her friend's party, it was a masked party, and her friend was killed." I look at him shocked, but confused why that has anything to do with Raven?

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.