Web Of Wyrd Tattoo Novels & Stories

Each man wore the mark. Different symbols etched into skin: a serpent coiled around a sword on the left forearm of one, twin wolves snarling beneath a bleeding moon on the wrist of another, a skeletal crown on the palm of a third, and a phoenix swallowing its own tail just above the elbow of the last. Each tattoo pulsed faintly, dark and ancient, remnants of an allegiance born of secrecy, ambition, and old blood.

The matrons could only dream of such things. “Eileen, you must learn about yourself before you can learn to project anything.” Morrigan held up her left palm, fingers clawed, and a ball of green flame appeared. It shaped itself into a Serch Bythol. I had seen the symbol drawn in my mother’s old books but it was rare. It was a form of a Celtic knot that was like a circle with two triquetras, one pointing out to either side. “This knot symbolizes your dual spirit, shared with Stella. You are two in one body” she pointed to the knot on the left and indicted me, and then the circle. “The circle is the body you both share. This other side is Stella. Only one form can exist at a time.” “And the w

taking my head shaking from side to side as a no, he continued, "Divine coupling is a marriage of souls. You and I are bound to each other by all the elements and in every way. Heart, body, and soul. It's much like a normal wedding, without the fortune spent on ridiculous parties and cakes and dresses. It is much more intimate for our kind and it is something that we do not choose for ourselves. We trust that our magic knows what we need and trust me Saraid, I needed you." I glanced down at my left hand which was palm down on the bed and holding most of my weight. "Is that what this is?" I asked, sitting up so I could show him the mysterious tattoo like mark on my finger. "Much like normal h

The Wyres adopted it years ago when they were cursed, turning to a new Goddess to worship. “They have chosen this cord, colored like blood, to represent the life that has been lost. And for the life that will no longer be wasted. As their hands are tied, we remember that these ties are not to bind, but to strengthen the vow of their commitment to themselves and their people.

It’s rare that I dress up. As I stared into the mirror, barely recognizing myself, I realized I am the spitting image of my mother. I have every one of her features. I twirled around to get the full effect of my dress. It’s long and puffy like a princess, with no straps and a low back that shows the one tattoo I could get even though my father was covered in them and every male pack member. The tattoo represented my human, wolf, and witch. It’s the moon, earth, and a ball of magic intertwined into a triangle. It reminded me of the greatness I can become and will hope to one day achieve.

Since childhood, our parents made sure that we formed a bond, tighter than mere friendship, so that we can rely on each other as we fulfill our destinies… That is, to do greater things for all werewolves --- for everyone with ties to the wolf blood. I shake my head to keep myself from dozing off. I’m feeling light-headed and I’m worried that whatever herbal treatment Zerdan is concocting will put me to sleep. “Alpha Zerdan, I don’t think I can go for my wolf run tonight. I feel drained and exhausted. If I pass out, just go ahead with the tattoo. I’d like to have it before I leave this house in the morning.” “That’s no problem. Just make sure you sleep on your back so that I can freely tattoo

It was a really strange piece of work but it also looked quite attractive at the same time. On top of the tattoo, there was an edge of the sphere that resembled the waning moon and started downwards with a series of vice-like lines that possibly looked like vines or serpents and in the middle part of it was shaped into something like a two-tray scale and ends with something in the form of a fire-like sketch. It was a very odd combo. I reasoned out that maybe the serpent and balance represented lies and justice, but the moon and fire made no sense. “Did I ever mention that you look very cute when you’re face is scrunched up with confusion?” A rick velvety voice speaks up beside me and I whip

I acknowledged and finally got a good look at the man, his chocolate skin stretched over his wide shoulders and my eye involuntarily followed the path of the tattoos littering his arms. The clearing of his throat snapped me from my inspection and my eyes flew to his, where almost black orbs stared at me with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry,” I mumbled, embarrassed to have been caught staring. “The right is of a phoenix rising from the ashes and the left is a wolf in the dark forest.” He smirked, turning sideways so I could see his ink clearer in the sun. “Do you mind me asking what it means?” I reached my hand out to run my fingers over the wolf’s canines.

It was a little tattoo. The tattoo glittered, but only for a few moments, and then disappeared. When the fog and the tattoo vanished, Mr. Knudlac said: "Revelare!" A tattoo appeared on Johnny's arm depicting a miniature badger, standing on rear limbs, prepared to repel even the attack of a lion. This was the symbol of Johnny's Imperium magic. In addition, the new tattoo appeared too. It represented a sea monster, a Kraken that with two tentacles controlled rough stormy waves, with the others he controlled the calm sea, and with the other tentacles he controlled snow and ice.

They make him even sexier. Zuriel has a huge dragon tattoo on his back. I can't stop looking at it. It seems so fierce and alive. Why would a werewolf get a dragon tattoo? I slowly kiss it, and every scar on his body. He shudders. His willpower would snap anytime soon. I can feel it. I suck in a deep breath as I take him in. I caress him gently, and his breath shudders under my touch.