Undertaker Sara Tattoo Novels & Stories

He looked me over making sure I wasn't injured seeing my still glow subsiding tattoos. "May I see them?" Trax asked holding my ankles in his gloved hands. I gave a nod. "They're just like Sarin's only prettier and easier to hide," I told him as he rolled up my loses pant legs into shorts. Sarin gave a laugh remembering when I'd walk him into walls and trip him over things to sell the whole blind thing because his whole face would be covered in a scarf to hide his tattoos. I laughed inside my head as hard as he was.

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

she explains. “Who’s that guy?” I demand. “He’s the one who tattooed me,” she answers with a low tone. “What his fucking name?” She almost startles on my lap, eyes wide. “Kyland Wright.” My eyes widen. “That fucking Kyland Wright?” “Do you know him?” she asks. “I’m sorry, I shouted.” I lower my voice a little bit. “He’s the one who tattooed me, Trinity, and he’s the bartender at the Night Stalker,” I say calmly.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

So we killed more than one person who was involved with the Damned Forsaken. Now I have a Ravager's tattoo of a skull with a zombie raven atop of it wearing a crown, a pistol leaning against the blood-splattered skull. The zombie raven is for the Ravager while the skull with the pistol was my Damned Forsaken tattoo, and the crown is for the Death Kings. I put my spin on it so that it’s unique and easily identifiable as a crew tattoo. I didn’t mind letting the man who trained Lachlan be the one to do the work. Plus that Drogo is a Death King and the Vice President for the Death Riders MC.

Terry himself pulled away and, the shirt tore away. As he turned to face the crowd, whose eyes were wide watching the unexpected action unfold, his bare torso was on display. On the right side of his body, along his ribs, was a tattoo of an upside down wolf skull. Someone gasped. A few of the candidates covered their mouths. I glanced at Nicholas for explanation. He was stunned speechless for a moment. Then he spoke, “The upside down wolf skull is a symbol of the underground organization. I didn’t know someone would… tattoo themselves with it.”

His tattoos were peeking through the sleeves and the neckline of the shirt which made Sara gulp down her saliva. “ Like what you see? ” His mocking voice fell in Sara's ears and she shook her head. Narrowing her eyes, she smirked and looked him up and down again. “ There is nothing special to see! ” ' Sara will not be a director of Lexington Corporation anymore. She doesn't need to come to the office now ' Grandfather's words suddenly resonated in her mind and her eyes went wide. Pushing herself off the bed, she hysterically ran to the door but Silas grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Sara's body collided with his and she glanced up at him.

“I was going to wait to mention this, but since we are all together. We have a new person I want us to start using for tattoos. Bear asked me to collect a debt I owed and was supposed to keep an eye on the artist Ash. She is a painter and tattoo artist; the shop is called The Fallen Haven. Queenie looked hesitant about trying a new artist out. Once, she was used to something she didn’t like to change. But for King to even have a debt is almost unheard of, and Bear wasn't someone you wanted on your bad side. Joker smirked at King before looking at Queenie. “Queen, I’ll go first, and if you don’t like what she puts out, then I’ll take you to Nick.” Shooting a look at King that said try and arg