Viking Wedding Ring Tattoos Novels & Stories

"Of course it's unique. I'd never make a second one." Restlessness flickered across his face. He muttered something about a call he needed to take and excused himself, practically rushing out of the room. Victoria lifted her hand, tilting it toward the light. The ring sparkled, and her satisfaction was unmistakable. Then, she shot me a sidelong glance. "Don't think this changes anything between us. Go make dinner, and do it properly." I nodded and suggested, "But a ring this beautiful shouldn't stay hidden. Why not post it online and share with the world?"

I cock an eyebrow, only for him to point at the tattoo on my chest. Every male wolf gets branded with their house sigil on their thirteenth birthday. It’s not just a rite of passage. It can turn from red to black, when we first touch our fated partners. Female wolves get theirs on the wrist on their eighteenth birthday, to make sure they remain pure. My tattoo is a raven above crossed swords, the sigil of the Medeiros House. And right now, it’s burning black, like a burst of smoke on my skin.

he breathed, grasping his Alpha’s arm and turning it to study the intricate design pulsing with otherworldly light. Magnus gazed down at the mark—taking in every detail with a newfound sense of awe. The intertwined hearts, adorned with Celtic knots that symbolized eternal love, throbbed in time with his own heartbeat. A subtle curved line—resembling a bite mark—connected the hearts, representing the intimate bond between mates. Within the design, a small, minimalist representation of a wolf’s head or a pair of wolf’s eyes was discreetly integrated, signifying the werewolf mate who had bestowed this gift upon him.

Beads of sweat were rolling down his perfectly sculpted chest and disappearing underneath the towel. My eyes narrowed at the Valknut tattoo on his chest since I knew it had something to do with the Norse God Odin. It confused me because I wondered if it meant he was a warrior. “Why does he have that? Was he a warrior before becoming a king?” I questioned my wolf but she was interrupted by Malrik saying my name. “Aria?” I raised my eyes to see his blue ones shining at me. “Hello your highness,” I mumbled softly with a smirk.

He asks his black eyes look at me as if he’s peering into my soul. “I know that you’re Alpha Viktor,” I tell him while trying not to drop my eyes. “It’s been years since I’ve come of age and I never found my mate. How old are you?” He says while running his hand through his long black hair. My eyes drop to the tattoos snaking up his right arm. Flames run up his arm and they turn into a large white wolf. The white wolf is standing proudly and the blue eyes are mesmerizing. The wolf then turns into a moon and there are tribal designs encasing the entire sleeve.

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

"Christie. I won't give it to you. You're going to have to tell me what you want, and then you're going to take it." The expression on her face was priceless. Petulant as a child, she tore her eyes from his and began to hastily unbutton his shirt. Artwork appeared contrasted by his fair skin. A raven tattooed above his navel. An ankh on his upper left arm. A character on his stomach. Some sort of Celtic design on his upper right arm. He was covered in ink, and she wasn't all that surprised to see a ring in his left nipple. He caught her looking, and offered a bashful smile that lightened the tense stillness around them. "A gift from a former lover of mine. She did it herself."

Why would I have a memory that didn't include sight or smell? I’m having these thoughts while lying nude on a hard bench as the queen massages Imperial Imperial oil, the same oil Ona used to heal my wounds, into my skin. It is a tradition in royal weddings that we are anointed with this oil, preparing us for joining in body and soul. Primus will be going through a similar ritual with his siblings. From here we will bake in the early morning sun, allowing its light to kiss us from head to toe, after which they will paint our bodies with runes for health, prosperity, and fertility just before they mark us with our marriage tattoos. Primus and I decided on a simple, traditional symbol, a mount

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

“You are such a messy eater, darling. And you sure do love surprises. You got me there. I wasn’t expecting that sneak attack.” “It was your fault, darling. You shouldn’t have left an opening,” I shot back and glanced at the bitemark. It was swollen. My teeth had been imprinted on his neck. It was true that markings were done as part of wedding tradition since unlike humans, we didn’t believe in giving rings. But it only applies to mates. It was to show other wolves that the person already had a pair.