Traditional Raven Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

The way he moved, the tattoos peeking out from his t-shirt sleeves, the slight smile on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. "What are you staring at?" he asked without looking up. "Your tattoos. I never asked about them." "That's because you're usually too busy glaring at me or arguing with me." "I don't glare." "You absolutely glare. It's cute." He finished his coffee. "What do you want to know?" I moved around the island to stand beside him, running my fingers over the intricate raven on his left arm. "This one. Why a raven?" "Ravens are survivors. Intelligent, adaptable, and easily misunderstood." His voice went quieter. "I got it after my mother died to remind myself t

“The Iron Reapers have more than enough cash in their vault, and everyone on this highway already knows exactly how fast his Harley can move. Why don't you go back to your own side of the woods and bother someone else?” Siren turned her head slowly, looking Raven up and down with a cold, amused smirk. “Well, look at that. The little club princess is standing up to defend her old man. That is real cute, Raven. But the last time I checked the highway news, you don't wear his property patch on your back anymore. So why don't you stay in your own lane and let the grown-ups talk business?” Raven’s face twisted into a mask of pure rage at the sharp reminder of her past loss. Her hands curled into

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

He's been hatching his plans for a long time and could remember how it all started. It is just gonna be a little while and he would crush Raven to pieces. Raven seemed not to have known he was the mastermind of this alliance. Raven got to her cottage up the hill in a farther part of the city. removed her mask and the same time the lights went off. Only the moonlight rays could permit her view in the already dark room. Her men came in all injured. One of them slumped on of the chairs looking very tired. He had a huge bite mark on his arm.

“Okay, ladies. Let’s hear what your mate mark is.” “Mine is a raven bird.” Iris throws a wink in my direction, we all gather around her as she shows us the side of her neck, the raven tattoo is beautiful. We were taught that a raven mate mark means loyalty and protection, it also means change. The beginning of a new chapter. I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her.

“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.

His voice calmed down a bit when he realised by my posture that I was distressed and not pranking him. "No, look Zach, you're going to have a lot of questions and I will try to answer them all but just know that I'm sorry. I have moved on and a lot has changed with me. I know you don't recognise me but I am Raven.” I took a deep breath, I had to get this out now, it was like I had opened a jack-in-the-box and there was no holding it back. “I'm the one who you bullied at school, the one you cheated on with Cassidy, the one whose soul you all but destroyed. Dylan found me on his land after I ran away from here and they took me in. He put me back together and we fell in love. We aren't destined

It was stunning and looked like an amazingly detailed tattoo on my thigh. There was a part of me that couldn’t wait to get back to Ravenfield so that I could see Blaze and he could finally mark me. I wanted to be covered in my men's marks. It was a distinctly primal feeling that had me shivering in anticipation before I slipped off the bed and into the bathroom.

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.