Trafalgar Tattoo Novels & Stories

He didn't have any glasses today, because he had taken the advice of Finlay and visited one of the pack doctors to get his eyes treated. The council of elders joined their heads together and came up with yet another powerful question. "Alpha Finlay tattooed a red scorpion on his back, a symbol of integrity, strength, and humility, do you have that tattoo? You cannot tell us you had it removed." Ophelia's eyes widened in their sockets because she suspected that this man didn't have that tattoo. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, there was no response from him. She counted to twenty and flickered her eyes open when murmurings erupted within the crowd.

But only I know that the cheer is not from my heart. I don’t find the need to celebrate the Lupin’s downfall, but I have to do so for Chelsea’s sake. “Isn’t it a breathe of fresh air knowing we finally got what we wanted?” Chelsea remarks excitedly while clinking glasses with me. “Now show us the tats, will you?” “it’s still fresh.” “Even so.” I remove my jacket. Chelsea turns me around to view the tats. What I requested was a butterfly and a rose, while Chelsea added that a bird would look good as well.

Her let her regain her energy, besides, having her in his arms was a good feeling. He leaned back in the couch, getting relaxed. “You have your nipples pierced too. Didn't it hurt?” Caterina rubbed the pad of her finger on his pierced nipples. Hugo took a deep breath but didn't reply to her. She wasn't talking to him actually. She was just observing and feeling him and he let her explore. “What does this tattoo mean?” She moved her fingers on three lines near his chest pectoral. “Order of precedence. It represents the seniority”. He said in a calm tone.

He had his dad's charm and maybe something darker and evil than his dad that no one knew. Lucifer had many guys working under him; if his workers dared to double-cross him, they would pay with their lives. His guys all had to have a tattoo with the MF. Letters. Their tattoo was unique a dagger in a heart and thorns with dripping blood engraving MF. Some chose to wear it on their neck and arms, while others decided to have it tattooed across their chest. Joshua had a different type of tattoo, also mafia but chose to be unique, the same as his dad.

Maybe he did. I’m quickly hoisted into the truck and with his tall frame he gets in easily without help. There’s a crest in gold on the top and I know it well. It’s a tattoo that Isaac had over his heart. Below it is one word, “loyalty.”

“And let us face the battle we yearn for years. Let us, the soldiers of Daghum, clasp justice and freedom from the Senate.” With that, a victorious smile was painted on my lips as I lifted my hand and slashed a cut. Dripping my blood on the same felis crest. “The thing I hated the most is having someone on my side betray and leave without an unacceptable reason. Don’t fail your own words,” I replied and picked up the falcon emblem from my pocket and pinned it on his chest. “Commander Tadashi.” “General, the barrier!” Mayari yelled in a disturbance. Causing my eyes to quickly roam across the temporary and noticed it fading away. Allowing the dashing arrows and bullets to enter our site. I ann

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

There are rumors of them carving an hourglass into the flesh of their enemies and I want to believe its just a myth. There was also a skull with little flies buzzing around it between the reaper's hands. Didn’t have to guess what that meant. Some Flyers get their logo tattooed on their chest and others on their back. My dad’s was on his back but I knew Missile’s for example was on his chest. I had no clue if one had a different significance than the other but I was curious. For whatever reason I felt like it was a very personal question, one I would have to wait to find out. I damn sure wasn’t going to ask where Punch got his. “Here,” he shouts, holding out the paper and stopping abruptly, I