Viking Wedding Ring Tattoos Novels & Stories

A rush of emotions hits me. “What I’m trying to say is. Dahlia Blackwood Alpha of the Venom Fang Pack and future Alpha of Alpha’s. Would you give me the honour and privilege of becoming my wife?” I blink rapidly as a sob escapes my lips as he pulls out a beautiful ring from his pocket. I look at the ring held between his thumb and index finger and look at him. The ring is beautiful. It is a platinum band with a huge canary yellow diamond in the centre, surrounded by tiny diamonds.

she whispered, "I am sorry." The anger and confusion which rumbled in me were too great to stay near her. I could not afford to harm her. I moved away and started pacing the room. Her eyes followed me like a scared kitten. "Is this some new story which you have cooked up?" I asked though I knew she was not lying. That ring on her finger was the engagement ring! Wolves do not have engagements. We just mark our mates as soon as we meet. Weddings are mostly registered for the legal purpose to live among humans. Hence, traditional wedding symbols have no value for us unless someone wants to wear them out of choice.

I put out my hand invitingly: ”Shall we go?” She places her soft hand on mine, intertwining our fingers. Her ring finger is adorned by a simple, but beautiful diamond ring I gave her on our wedding day, which was about 2 weeks ago. Werewolves usually don't do weddings, but we thought it'd be nice to have a small ceremony for it. Since humans can't see marks, the only way to let them know she's mine when we go out is by putting a ring on her finger.

CHAPTER 11 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Look.” Vangh's lips brush my ear as he points to his chest. A fake tattoo stretches across his breast, reading “Property of Alpha House.” Which now peels off like old wallpaper. His real tattoo markings surface underneath. It’s a rebel symbol hidden all along, a secret no one knows. Sloane appears beside us, stretching her knife at Vaughn's throat. “You lying bastard.” Her wedding dress smells of burnt sugar- sharp and sweet. “How long have you been working for the rebels?”

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

It was a one-of-a-kind just like she was. I took it from the case and waited for her to pull her hair up for me. It looked beautiful on her. “The two rings, amber and green, represent you and Moira. They overlap perfectly just like when you’re both present. Zen and I wanted you to know that no matter where you are, you’re with us,” I told them. Then I showed her the matching tattoo on my forearm. Their names were inscribed on the rings. Tears welled up in her eyes as her finger traced the tattoo. Her soft lips pressed a kiss there before leaving a chaste kiss on my own.

He liked that she knew it, too. Then he peeled off his shirt. Uncovering his tattoos. The wolf was fierce, bold, etched in sharp lines, and designed to project strength and danger. Below that, three interlocking rings, a crown, the word South, and a pair of crossed daggers. Subtlety clearly wasn’t his strong suit. Millie reached for the ink almost without thinking, tracing the wolf. And he slid his hands down her body, fingers finding her waist, tugging at her shirt. One swift jerk and it was off.

With our plates loaded with sandwiches and a cold pastay something, we take a seat at an empty table and dig in, and surprisingly, it's not half bad, although I'm that hungry, I'd eat anything right now. "So," Jenny starts up the questions again whilst I have a mouth full of food, "you kids married?" Her abrupt question nearly makes me spit the pasta out of my mouth. At our puzzled facial expressions of how she knows that, she points at our matching wedding bands. "You seem quite young to be married already, how old are you two?" She asks a lot of questions, which makes me feel uneasy. Still chewing, I stare down at my finger, surprised that I still have it. I would have thought Pauline woul

Alexei POV I tried stepping past Aria but she grabbed my wrist. My gaze darted to her thin fingers then back up to her face. Viktor shifted slightly, muscles tensing and I gave him a wry smile but was he thinking about attacking me? His expression stayed cautious and I met his gaze then twisted my free hand so he saw my tattoo and the crisscrossing scars beneath it. He should know that no matter how infuriating his wife was, I’d never hurt her. His brows drew together, and he relaxed with a small nod.

"We've already broken up." "I never agreed to it!" Ariana exclaimed anxiously. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, saying, "I've already chased Ivan away. He was diagnosed with mental issues, and his family has already sent him to an asylum! "He won't be disturbing us again! We can hold another wedding, and I promise that our wedding will be a lot bigger and grander than the last two! "Since you love animals, we can also have as many of them as you want as pets. Just come back with me, Zack. I really love you."