Tyler Herro Tattoo Novels & Stories

A tattooed chest. Huh, Tyler doesn't have tattoos. Or he got a new one? I let my eyes roam down, trailing his tattoos to see a ripped torso. My eyes wandered further down, past his v-line to his… Wait! Did he enlarge his dick? I can't remember it being this huge… My brows furrowed in confusion as I continued to stare at the huge man meat. He shifted slightly beside me and my eyes drifted to his face. Oh my God... No-no-no. Fuck me.

A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare. I chuckled. "I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch." Holly giggled. "That's a good idea, actually." "I like the tattoo though," I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area. Holly giggled again. "Only a select few ever get to see THAT one."

He never would have thought he would have to go through a thousand trials inorder to earn her love and even if he had to take a million trials just to get her love, he was willing to do so at all costs. His green eyes trailed to her exposed arm and he smiled proudly at the tatoo on her arm which he gave her a few months back. He clearly recalled how terrified she was at that time and just a week ago, he offered to remove it from her as he felt she would be uncomfortable. He had found a way to get rid of the tattoo through lasers infusion inorder to burn off the ink of the tattoo but he got surprised when she offered to keep it for the rest of her life. Back then she didn't like the tattoo bu

He drew out the compliment in a way that made me avoid his gaze. I smiled gently. “Thanks, Ty.” After dinner, Tyler headed off for night patrol, giving me a lingering look that Mia growled at. ‘He’s sweet,’ she said. ‘But not ours.’ Chris and I wasted no time headed downtown, the vibrant sign of a trendy tattoo shop flickering against the evening sky. Inside, the space buzzed with low music and the sharp scent of ink. The owner, a tall guy with weathered skin, kind eyes, and full sleeves of ink, welcomed us like we were old friends. “I’m Tony. What can I do for you today, ladies?”

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

I heard Christina talking about the two new guys the other day, so that must be Jeremy's brother. "Do you play hockey too?" I ask. "Nay. I'm not a very good team player. I do some kickboxing, though. I mean I did back home. But yeah, not much anyway. " "That's cool. " "Well, it explains the tattoos. Is that even legal?" someone asks. "How does that explain tatts, man?" "I don't know, kinda part of the style." "You're so dumb, Mike." "Wanna try my uppercut, Tylor?'

Gerald grunted before stepping out of the tent. I pulled myself off the recliner and glanced around the tent. Situated in the corner was an old antique mirror, the kind that could turn and flip. I supposed some things didn’t change. I approached the mirror with my hands firmly clasped over my chest and turned. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the image on my back. I had thought the tattoo would be small, or at least small enough to be unassuming. I had expected a tattoo that sat just below my shoulder, but this had exceeded all of my expectations. Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

Tyrel (Third-person POV) After failing to meet Kerris at the Den on Saturday night, Tyrel spent a better part of his weekend learning about her new tattoo and the mismatched eyes. He went to visit the pack's herbalist, Mrs Morrison, to ask what it means. Ty didn't tell her where he saw the tattoo, but it was clear that she suspected he saw it on Kerris. She kept moaning, '"It's Miss Hart, isn't it? But how can it be? After what she did to her sacred body."'

His expression shifted, something unreadable flickering across his face as he studied the ink. “It’s… Kate,” he whispered, his eyes tracing over every line, every shadow. I nodded and sighed. Somehow it felt both more and less significant after everything that had happened... everything that was still happening. Tyler’s hand hovered near my arm, as if he wanted to touch the tattoo, but he hesitated, his fingers curling into a fist before dropping to his side. He looked up at me, his eyes searching mine. “Why that?” he asked, his tone cautious, like he was afraid of the answer.