Tribal Pisces Tattoo Novels & Stories

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

His skin color was a bit pale and his eyes become cuter when he smile “Aquarius, the water-bearer of the Zodiacs, Ms. Almirah Shine Salvatore.” Almirah then stepped up on the stage. Only now did I notice her dress. It shows her cleavage and no doubt her chest has something to be proud of. Her body was also well-shaped and a mermaid sign was prominently carved above her right breast. “Pisces, the fish of the Zodiacs, Mr. Lotus Iunick Akiyo.” A man with a tall body figure landed calmly on the stage. His face was gentle. He has a baby face. Well, I got to admit it. He’s cute. And he has a charismatic smile.

He is gorgeous to behold. He had a tattoo on his right pectoral of a wolf howling. That continued down his upper arm to a forest scene, with a dark-haired woman kneeling amongst a black wolf, two gray wolves, and a solid white wolf. The woman appeared familiar to me, but I didn’t get the best look. There was another tattoo below it that encased his forearm in a skull with an ornate feather headdress. There was a black tribal bracelet tattooed around his wrist, and on the top of each finger were unique wooden arrows. Not one arrow was the same. On his other hand was a dream catcher with various feathers on his fingers.

She can’t sing. Didn’t you see her marking on her wolf? She’s all black with blue-tinted fur with a white symbol on her chest! Okay, well what does that symbol mean? It means that she’s the incarnation of the Goddess of Water. The upside-down triangle on her chest is an ancient symbol of water. What. The. Fuck?

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

It’s rare that I dress up. As I stared into the mirror, barely recognizing myself, I realized I am the spitting image of my mother. I have every one of her features. I twirled around to get the full effect of my dress. It’s long and puffy like a princess, with no straps and a low back that shows the one tattoo I could get even though my father was covered in them and every male pack member. The tattoo represented my human, wolf, and witch. It’s the moon, earth, and a ball of magic intertwined into a triangle. It reminded me of the greatness I can become and will hope to one day achieve.

Among the twelve zodiacs, Pisces was a very special one. Wherever God of War went, he would follow him. He would secretly help Thomas do things and protect him. Among the twelve zodiacs, his identity was similar to that of a personal bodyguard. “Pisces, are you here?” “Yes.” “Help me buy something and send it to my room?” “What is it?” “A pig.” Pisces was speechless. Even Pisces, who was experienced in fighting and knew Thomas very well, could not help but be stunned for a few seconds when he heard it.

I could just hear my heart beat getting louder as I slowly bent down and took a closer look at the ink . It was a simple tribal tattoo of three triangles interlocked into one common point. The triquetra tattoo looked to be darker along the interlocked parts of the triangles. “Where did you get that tattoo done?” I made sure to keep my very as stable as possible as I nonchalantly asked the question that was sending my heart into a frenzy. “It’s a birthmark,” He did not seem to care for much about the answer as he dryly answered while his focus remained on my leg .

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw