Trafalgar Tattoo Novels & Stories

My eyes trailed down to his tattoo–sleeve, he had so many tattoos littered on his arm and I couldn’t even make out the meaning of a single one. But I noted one, it was the letter T, boldened. And besides, it was a rose flower and both of the images were in a flaming heart. What did the letter T stand for? I made a mental note to ask him what it meant. “No, you didn’t actually. I was just caught unawares.” I had to force myself to look away from his body and answer honestly. But he seemed to not be believing it; he turned to face me with a playful smile on his face and I didn’t know why. I furrowed my brows at him.

I whispered. Tristan was quiet for a long moment. “Neither did I,” he said. The silence returned, but again, it wasn’t hollow. When she finished, Demi handed me a smaller mirror. The butterfly sat right above my shoulder blade, wings open and reaching upward. The initials that were nestled in the center were almost delicate, like a whisper. A quiet tribute to a soul that never took a breath but would always live inside me. “It’s perfect,” I whispered. Tristan leaned closer, brushing a kiss just below the tattoo. “They would’ve been perfect, too.”

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

Arabella cut him off. Her eyes rounded as she glimpsed the hesitation on his face. "Of course." He rasped. He pointed to a tattoo that was on the back of his arms, "This is the symbol of the De Luca family." She had seen the same symbol on Sandro's neck, even on her father's arm. It was that of a tiger and three dots, which were done in triangles. She didn't know the meaning, and she didn't think she'd like to know. Arabella took a staggering breath, "Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?"

It's incredible. "What's incredible" Viper asks? I didn't think I said it out loud. Tank answers " Princess here has some pretty interesting ink." Viper looks at her " Do you, now?" She simply turns around and pulls her hair to the side for him to get a good look. I step forward to get a better look. The detail is amazing. I get a good look at the symbol and the words. It's the Army symbol, in the wings the names of Jace and Jax are there along with their birth and death dates along with their unit number. The tattoo is a memorial.

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

And recently, Cheryl was trying to find the meaning of the anchor tattoo. Someone who knows what they want. That is the meaning of an anchor tattoo. However, now it's not just an anchor-shaped tattoo that adorns Rafael's wrist, but a new tattoo in the form of an infinity symbol. "Hurry up! I don't want you to freeze in the cold!" Rafael exclaimed, making Cheryl immediately take her eyes off the man's wrist. “Your jacket stinks!” Cheryl sneered while tightly hugging her body which was already wrapped in Rafael's jacket.

Somehow, I see him having a problem with authority. He slips off his leather jacket, sets it down beside him, and sticks his left arm back. The tattoo I noticed when first meeting him is now clearly visible this close up. It's a golden eagle with wide-spread wings standing on top of an anchor, with the words Semper Fidelis above it, and US Marines beneath it in the same flowing script. "You were seriously a Marine?" Tobe asks, staring at his tattoo in awe. "That's so...hot." We all stare at her in surprise. Tobe rarely offers her own opinion, and she certainly doesn't call a man hot. She usually just sits in quiet thought, waiting for the shots to be made without her. She's a follower, but t

Why the wind decided to seek me out now was just a poetic justice. Taking off his shirt I finally saw those muscles in full. For the last day I had seen hints of them. His arms were the most striking to me at the time but those abs. They crawled up his stomach with two black tattoos on each of his pecks. Paw prints? “What are those about?” I pointed to my own chest then to him. Looking down he twitched slightly before shrugging, “Just something my brothers and I do when we start training. Conrad chose lines, Alfred chose stars. It’s like a a symbol that we have completed training.”

Lylah shrugged. The first line was destroyed. More werewolves, despite having many of their men down, still surged toward Lylah and the group. They were firmer and stronger, with heavy long blockers ready to support them at the front line. Falcon couldn't help but stare at Lylah's tattoo, especially the one on her left shoulder: ‘Little Wolf’. Then the other tattoos—where did she get them? As if sensing his gaze, Lylah glanced at him with a blank look.