Tris Tattoo Insurgent Novels & Stories

He's dangerous and plans to visit my pack within the week to broker a pact with a neighboring pack, and we fear he intends to spread his hateful ideology. If he attacks us over the existence of trios, he’ll target your pack next. We seek an alliance with you, believing it's our only chance for survival. Enclosed is my business card. Please call at your earliest convenience. It’s the will of the Mother Goddess that the trios return, and those opposing this stand against Her. I await your response, —Alpha Zakary Loup — When I finish reading, silence fills the room. Shock, hope, and apprehension ripple through our shared bond. Declan’s eyes flicker between their normal brown and the Goddess’s m

Wait a damn minute. Could Trinity like Rodri Darnell? My eyes strayed to him again. He looked absolutely majestic. And the color grey, looked so mouthwatering against his tan skin. The hoodie covered a part of his chest, but I could see the traces of dark ink on his skin. A tattoo. He had a fucking tattoo that made him even more sinful to look at. A low trim of a neat beard lined his chiseled jaw, and his dark brown hair under the hoodie looked messy and damp at the tips, like he had been sweating—

“I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.” Creighton’s eyes lit up as he reached for the elastic band, raising an eyebrow at her. Sandra’s blush deepened as she nodded, and he slowly pulled them off her body. His hands froze, looking at the hidden message, smiling at her brightly. Chang moved in to snap a few additional photos, while Creighton stared, speechlessly at her hairless body. In dark sapphire blue ink, just above the slit of her labia, CWA was tattooed across her pubic area, a pair of handcuffs connected the first and last letters. Creighton looked into her face with awe…she had branded herself as his, forever.

"We're not taking a single cent from him." "Tristan, that's ten million dollars…" "I can afford it." I looked at him closely, and something clicked. "Who are you, really?" Tristan was silent for a long time. Then he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. Below his collarbone was a small, intricate tattoo—two crossed daggers. My heart skipped a beat. The mark of the underground auction houses. "You're…" "I'm not some trust fund kid playing dress-up," Tristan said, his gaze intense. "The underground art market in North America? That's my table. I set the prices."

He recognized all of them, and let them be, telling himself that it wasn’t at all odd that a group of similarly aged girls in a place like Havermouth would all know each other and hang together in their free classes, and it was just coincidental that the Triquetra had f-ked them all. He leaned against a tree and lit a second cigarette when his first was finished, idly using the butt of the first to burn a triangle into the bark. It wasn’t as satisfying as the knotted and twisted Triquetra, but it still marked the Triquetra’s territory, he thought, sort of how they’d marked Aislen as theirs… He’d tattoo all four of them, he decided, with a knotted triangle when they were officially mates. “Rh

He just needed to sleep at first. •••••••••••••••• In another pack, Alpha Justin was busy raising his voice at his subordinates and guards. His Beta and advisor dared not calm him down. They allowed him to ramble on everything he wanted to say before saying anything else. He was an unpredictable person, not knowing what could become next of his character.Alpha Justin has always liked war apart from this one. It was already confusing to him as he could not say if this was a war anymore. He had taken it with levity at the beginning until it became unstoppable and anonymous. No leads to who was attacking them and all traces were always erased by those people. This has made him trust fewer peopl

“This is a tough one. But I should in a few days. “He replies, and I raise a brow. “A few days? I need to know what clan is behind this. The sooner the better. “Salvatore says, and I take another scoop of my cake as I watch them. “I know, Sal. But his face is covered, and there are no distinctive features to… “He begins, and I’ve had enough. If I have to listen to him call Salvatore ‘Sal’ again, I don’t know what I’ll do. “May I see the video? “I question out of the blue, and Salvatore, Lucas, and the guard turn to me. I look up at Salvatore, and he stares back for a few seconds before nodding. Lucas reluctantly hands over the tablet, and I watch the video. The man has a camouflage bandanna

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

As I stood flush against his heated skin, my eyes trailed over the hard planes of his chest—and then I saw it. Inked darkly into his skin was the symbol of the Trifang Pack: a wolf with three ears, its jaws open in a silent howl. It was a mark of high status, of ancient blood. Is he from the pack? The thought flickered through my mind. Who is this man? But the tequila and the adrenaline drowned out the warning bells. I should have cared who he was—but the way my body leaned into him told me I wasn’t going to stop.