Underworld Hades Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

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.

says Roger. We all laughed at the silly comment, but I had to continue with the story if they were to understand. “Hades had been in love with Celeste, a relationship believed should have lasted all eternity; that was until Celeste met her mate, and forgot all about Hades, who grew angry and resentful. With the help of dark witches created the vampires to be the enemy of the then Lycans and has lured many to the dark side. Hades, however, did not plan for evolution and for the species to work together create what we now know as the underworld. His plan is to destroy life as we know it, eradicate the vampires, the witches and warlocks, the fairies, the shapeshifters, and enslave the humans. A

Or at least, I try. But my gaze never makes it to his face. Instead, it lands on them. His tattoos. Dark ink sprawls across his chest in a masterpiece of meaning I can’t quite decipher. Hawks take flight from his ribs, their wings stretching wide, as if fleeing something unseen. Beneath them, shadows curl into thorned branches, creeping toward his arms, where they twist into something darker—skulls hidden within the tangle, their hollow eyes watching. And beneath it all, symbols—sharp, cryptic, carved into his skin like remnants of a past that refuses to be forgotten.

Specks of gold danced around their irises, signaling the presence of their alpha wolves. There they were, standing in all their powerful glory like diamonds in the rough. Standing before me was Hades in a tight white shirt and black leather jacket, with black pants and shoes. His hair was sleek and pulled back, faded on the sides giving him a clean yet badboy look. And Valerian, just when I thought he couldn’t get any sexier, he is standing before me and proved me wrong. He’s more of the messier type, with loose black sleeveless shirt and a golden chain around his neck, tattered pants and black shoes. His hair is a tangled mess, but his lip, ear, and nose piercings which weren’t there before

Look at him believing what I said. "Aren't you hot now? I already drunk a lot. It's getting hotter.” He was taking off his polo shirt while I was just looking at his back until I could fully see the tattoo. Almost the same as the one who tried to kidnap Hades. The only difference is the part of their body where they put it. "You have a hot tattoo..." I said, stroking his back. "Of course, it is. It symbolizes power. With this, I can do everything," he said arrogantly so my eyebrows rose but I stroked them again.

"You have no idea what her father is capable of. He will tear the underworld apart to find her." "Well, then you’ll just have to stop him, won’t you?" I look at him, challenging him. After a long silence, I get up. "If you show your face in the underworld, I’ll have to turn you in for what you did." "On what grounds? It would be your word against mine, and I still have a tattoo that grants me certain rights." Christopher’s gaze challenges me. "I bear the same tattoo as you," Kattie points out. "And, contrary to you, I have allies in the underworld."

I’ll never be able to drink tequila again without thinking of him, that’s for sure. I see Erik still watching me. I hand him his shirts. “Five black belts? That’s incredible. All this time you never mentioned it.” “That was a long time ago, I’m not that person anymore.” I can’t help but ogle him and he catches me checking out his Nordic styled tattoos. There’s a chariot on each pec, one pulling the sun, one pulling the moon, each being chased by a wolf. “This is Sköll,” he points to one of the wolves, “and this one Hati. They chase the sun and moon.”

And at this moment, his mind was on nothing but the feel of Jade's lips on his cock. Jade epitomized the look of the stereotypical bad girl. She had spiky green hair, and piercings and tattoos everywhere. She had five earrings on each ear, she had two rings on the left side of her nose, one on her right eyebrow, one on the left side of her lower lip, one on her tongue, one on each nipple and one in her navel. A spider web tattoo decorated her right shoulder all the way from the neck to the upper arm, with the spider itself sitting in the center; on her left shoulder blade was a vicious dragon, on her lower belly was a flaming skull, and some wicked-looking ornamental designs covered some oth

He looked perfect as usual, and his fresh and spicy scent filled the room, asking Blaise's. But what everyone's eyes were on, was of course his shirtless torso. Even Juliette couldn't tear her eyes away. It was the tattoo, the one only true Alphas obtain from birth. Right above his hip, black and terrifying. Juliette couldn't see what it was, but she knew it would be intimating. Whoever he mated, would get a tattoo just like it. She wanted it. It was made by the gods, to signify a true Werewolf, one many can only dream of seeing. A tattoo in myths and legends, and it was being shown right in front of the group.