Web Of Wyrd Tattoo Novels & Stories

"You have another chance at life. You have a new chance to be something different. Become someone different. Liam may have poisoned you, but he also burned away your connection to the Witches, to your family. Ezra and the others have supported you and will continue to do so, as your new family. Yes, you have lost your roots, but don't forget about the rest of the forest." I glanced away from Poe, down at my hands. He had a point. I was definitely no longer a Witch. But to have such a power as life or death at my hands- "What's this?" Poe asked, taking one of my hands to examine it closer. The smudge of what I'd thought was dirt hadn't been that at all. Instead, it looked like I'd gotten a ta

Tabitha said. “We also wanted to ask you if you were willing to have a protection and blocking spell tattooed on your body.” another witch asked. “It will only block dark magic.” I nodded, I always wanted a tattoo anyway. I would do anything that could help me right now. They started with the tattoo, one of the witches used an old tattoo method of hammering the tattoo into my skin which was painful, but not too bad. It would heal. They were too little runes tattooed on the top of my back, near my neck.

A crescent moon wrapped in thorns. It wasn’t glowing or moving, it burned into my skin. I rubbed it hard with my right thumb, nothing changed. I was so scared and angry, that confusion choked me. I scratched at it with my nails, the skin stayed smooth and the mark stayed. I even curled my fingers over the symbol and squeezed until my knuckles turned white. It still didn’t disappear. That’s when I understood something awful, that the war inside me wasn’t only between wolves and witches anymore. It was between the life I still wanted with Rhydian and the revenge Vaelan offered on a silver plate.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

Being a king, Xee was also a member of the council. Addy trailed off, "This logo circle has 6 parts and each one represents a supernatural creature. Here, see this paw with a human handprint, it's for werewolves. This union of three circles is for witches." Her finger shifted to the next one, "Can you see this arrow and bow? That's for elves. And this portal arch is for warlocks. This fangs here is for vampires and this flower bouquet is for faes." I looked at Addy in awe, "You really are pro at it, girl."

And she’s been right under my nose. Colton suspected something was wrong with her friend, Abbie. And when we saw her tattoo… A crescent symbol branded onto her body was a clear sign of what she is. A hybrid, a witch. They are vile and deceitful snakes. You can never trust them. That is why werewolves and witches are at war since the very beginning. I had her locked up in the basement until I decide what to do with her. Of course, I made sure her wounds continue to be tended to.

All his walls had been knocked down by Vincenzo. Lying in bed, breathing in the faint rustic scent of Vincenzo’s cologne, was one of the best things to wake up to. Wade turned and slowly wrapped his arms around Vincenzo. His eyes fell on the tattoos covering his chest and arms. Although he couldn’t make sense of the designs, he found them mesmerizing and gorgeous. The tattoo on Vincenzo’s neck was that of a serpent. But why a serpent? Wade was tempted to run his tongue over the inked skin, to taste and bite him.

His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it. On his right hand, a serpent coiled around his wrist, with flames dancing across his fingers and a miniature skull on his index finger. On his left hand, a majestic eagle dominated his wrist, with a cryptic symbol on his thumb and the ominous phrase "Mors Certa, Hora Incerta" on his ring finger. Around his neck and slightly above his chest, a delicate pattern of barbed wire ran along his neck. A pair of ravens perched on his shoulders, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence.

“And you need to be careful what you ask of me. The powers she holds can be a source of massive destruction if truly she is the one the prophecy speaks of.” I scoffed. “I have nothing to fear.” I said. Yvette finally stopped scrolling, and she began to read. I moved closer. At the top of the page, the spiral symbol was boldly drawn side to side with a wolf, and the name CHIMERA was boldly written on it. Below, another text that read. “one born with two souls, meant to either unite or destroy the werewolf bloodlines.” The rest of the text, however, was in a language I couldn't understand.