Viking Wedding Ring Tattoos Novels & Stories

Not him. Just. Like. Everything. Else. "Yes, Pakhan." I bow my head with reverence, and Aleksander's eyes drift down to the tattoo on my wrist, where his gaze lingers. All the men in the Knights who pass The Reaping at the age of sixteen receive the Viking Futhark rune for defense tattooed on the underside of their wrist. They then receive the Greek Sigma symbol once they're initiated into the Brotherhood. I have neither because not only should no one know of my existence and lineage, but I was supposed to die that night seventeen years ago.

The wind swept up his smoky white hair from his forehead and I saw the purple triskelion guardian symbol glowed. Yep, he had leveled up. Oddly, he glanced at me with disappointment. “You are wrong, Kókkino. I do not have you as yet.” He lowered his hands and glanced at the mate mark on my neck. Gold outlined the mark of a red wolf sitting inside a full Sturgeon moon, biting a sword, with a Celtic Dara knot on its forehead and a Claddagh ring crowning her head. Naturally, her side bore Valen's initials, VVW.

Perhaps the recent events were showing her a rather depressing answer. She just smiled down at the eagle tattoo that she had on her right wrist. It had the savanna skyline wrapped around like the band, while the eagle head was in the center. The lion tattoo on Gryphon’s arm did survive long enough for it to show properly, and she hoped for it to stay as long as it would. Ten years more… and perhaps, along with their wedding vows, they could retouch their wedding tattoos.

I suddenly noticed the huge crowd of wolves around us, only making me smirk more. "Nicole. I don't need this little piece of paper to tell me that we're together, but I want it, to have another thing to tell others how close we are. Since the day I laid eyes on you, I can't get over your strength, your courage, your beauty, and your absolute devotion. So, with this ring, will you marry me Butter Cup?" She sobbed, her eyes flickered white when Vikki took over. I let Larkin out, feeling my eyes shift colors. Once she nodded her head, I slipped the ring onto her finger. The crowd erupts into cheers while I stood and enveloped her into a hug. I kiss her on the lips before laying a kiss to Baxter

I wanted this tattoo to represent both parts of him, and that's why I asked Madeline to draw his wolf's eyes blue. I wanted to do something special for Jarek, and what more special could be than to have his wolf as a tattoo on my body? I want to reveal my tattoo when we will take the next step and complete our mate bond. This tattoo will be a symbol of my love and loyalty not only towards him but his wolf as well. Closing my eyes, I think about Jarek tuning out the pain as Madeline starts working on the tattoo. It is not going to be a big tattoo, just a medium-sized one on my nape. But it requires a lot of details, so it will take some time to finish.

Vincent smiled back at him and took my hand. “You are so beautiful,” Vincent said with admiration. “Thank you,” I said with my cheeks blushing. He gave me a gentle smile. We then stood side by side, facing the priest in front of us. We took our wedding vows and put on our wedding rings. The ring we wear is a ring made of red thread that we get when we make chocolate in Sapporo. The priest then said to us, “I pronounce that they are husband and wife, in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”

Slowly, she turned her back to the mirror, paused. She took a deep breath and then looked over her shoulder at the huge black tattoo on her back, the one that marked her forever as Gideon’s property. The one that – in some ways – she hated even more than she hated the man who had actually inked it into her flesh. It reminded her that even though she’d escaped the Garden, she’d brought it with her. She’d never be free. Without any warning, there was a knock and then right away her bedroom door opened. Viking was standing there, as he had done every morning for the past week, cheerily saying, “Good morning, honey!”

I reached up to his collar and he nodded with a smile. I revealed a stunning tattoo-like mark on Rick's neck, featuring two wolves facing each other with a full moon in the background and Teaghan's name scripted beneath it. Victor congratulated him and I felt his happiness and pride, mixed with a hint of envy. Rick thanked Victor and hugged Teaghan, whose mark was the same as Rick's, but with Merrick's name beneath the wolves. “I am so excited for you! You deserve each other. I’m glad it’s you, you’ll be an amazing Luna!” I hugged her tight and I could feel her emotions all over the place.

At that very moment, our friends, the elders who supported us, and other close members of the pack emerged from the shadows of the surrounding trees, offering cheers and blessings. Tears streamed uncontrollably from my eyes, but my smile was incredibly radiant and firm. I nodded forcefully, my voice clear with joy: "I do! Eli, I do!" He took my hand and gently slid the ring onto my finger. The ring was inlaid with an ancient moonstone and engraved with the joint emblem of the Stormfang Pack and the Northern Wolf Tribe. We embraced tightly, kissing deeply amid the blessings of our friends and family. In this moment, I felt a complete and utter happiness like never before.

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.”