Underworld Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

His mind added the blond werewolf to the image, and he groaned against her skin, his eyes closing as he indulged in imagination. She moaned and writhed, pressing her breasts into his hold as he used his palms to sensitize her nipples. He opened his eyes, looking down. The tattoo artist was an arsehole for not getting consent, but he had vision, Talen thought with appreciation. “I quite like these,” he told her. “The breasts or the piercings?” She turned her head slightly into him, her cheek soft against his, ruffling his beard hair as she smiled. He laughed under his breath. “Both.”

His eyes, an intense shade of dark gray, sparkled with the intensity of distant constellations, promising a journey into uncharted territories. Caleb's figure moved with a feral grace, a reflection of the untamed spirit that resided within him. His every step echoed the dance of shadows beneath the moon, a testament to a life unbound by conventional constraints. Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement.

I question, trying to not get too giddy. I suggested to the guys that we should get little tattoos on our left ring fingers now that we are officially together and out in the underworld with our poly relationship. I got the idea from one of my reality TV shows. A couple did, and I thought it was cool and sweet. So, I suggested it to the guys randomly during our little honeymoon getaway. At the time, they didn’t really answer me yes or no. I think they were more shocked at my suggestion. “Yes, Little Dove.” Nico answers.

Here is the beginning of me, you, and our beloved child Here is the beginning of a new round of great love for you my princess I promise I will never abandon you I promise I will never make you sad I swear that I love you more than anything or anyone in this wide world And that I will keep my little family with love until the day I lose my soul in it Telling you that you are the only ones who fill my eyes, and who make me love the days I live more It's bad to make me so real..too bad. In the end, they realized the reason why tattoos did not appear from the beginning is that they cannot transform.. their tattoos will appear if they are tattooed just like omega wolves

She’d always loved wolves, and having seen a painting of one surrounded by flames had given her the idea for the tattoo. “Thank you,” she gasped. “I hope you don’t mind,” he nibbled on her shoulder. “If I add my own marking to your flesh.” She had no idea what he was talking about. “I don’t mind.” He could do whatever the fuck he wanted and she’d be okay with that. He pounded her pussy, finally sending her flying with her earth-shattering release. She screamed. What? Something unintelligible, but she screamed. Her pussy tightened around his cock, sucking him deep. He bit her then, his teeth embedding into the back of her shoulder in the same area she had her tattoo. One final thrust and he c

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

Tess asked, her face scrunched up in curiosity. "Yes boss, our big boss is affiliated with the underworld, we got to hear a few stories about the ways of the underworld." Jim said gingerly as if he was happy to finally be useful to Tess. "From the stories we heard, this method of killing is used by the urchins, a notorious group in the underworld who are antichrist. Their shooting pattern resembles the pledge of the father, son and holy spirit. They shoot in that pattern to mock the lord. " Ruben frowned deeply. The situation got worse each time and Tess wouldn't let him interfere with matters relating to the underworld.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

With all those fuckin’ tattoos— “Is that the devil?” Last night. Freaky Eve with the forked tongue had sat on his lap, the both of them here, on this mattress. Was it last night? Maybe. Whatever. She’d held his arm close, her black eyes scanning the sleeve of painted flesh inked from wrist to shoulder. A tapestry—fuck, he loved that word—of a lush garden. Green trees. Thick grass. Brown trunks. Mountains in the distance. The blue of a perfect sky that could never in a fucking million years exist. And demons hiding. Peeking from behind the leaves. From around the trunks. Even looking out from the ground itself. Like corpses rising from the grave, their eyes and hands and sharp claws pushing f