Werewolf Traditional Tattoo Novels & Stories

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

“What’s going on?” He pointed towards two people seated across from each other. One of them was a werewolf I recognized from school, known for his artistic talents. He was holding a multi-needle tool, dipping it into dark blue ink. He was in the middle of giving the other person sitting across from him a tattoo. The other guy was from school to and his face a mix of pain and pride. Wow. “This is a werewolf tradition,” Liam explained. “On Halloween, we get our first tattoos using this ancient method. It’s been passed down through generations.”

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

He gently sucked on Alexa's lips and laid her down on the bed, doing something fun with the person he loved most in this world. "Young Master Michael what are you doing, let go of me!" exclaimed Alexa. "I want to give you a sign that you are mine Alexa, so you can't leave me again," Michael replied. For the werewolf clan, the chosen mate is marked with a wolf tattoo on their neck. The tattoo automatically appears when they have had sex several times. This was due to the scent of the werewolf's body and sweat that clung to them during the union on the bed. "Ahh Mr. Michael could you slow down just a little while doing this," Alexa said.

"I am not sure yet. I just heard some ladies at the club talking about it. However, what if it's just another mob called Black Wolves, you don't even know what the killer looks like?" "I may not have seen his face, but he has a black wolf tattoo. A tattoo of a wolf was clearly drawn on his arm, and the word BLACK was boldly drawn in it, signifying black wolves. I am sure every clan member must have a tattoo like that, just like we all in the Adrenaline mob, who have dragon tattoos".

They were in the middle of the Joshua Tree National Park and their favorite place to run free. Celeste’s eyes wandered over to the man with traditional black ink tattoos covering his body. When he came into his prime, the marks were placed around both biceps. By the time he was cast out of the pride, his arms and torso were completely covered. Slowly, he was covering the traditional marks of his Pride with tattoos that he chose. The marks that had traced his lineage back to the original pride of saber werecats, were now under roses and paw prints. Even the Marine Corps werewolf pack crest graced his upper left bicep.

“Of course, however when you come out, I do believe we have some things we need to discuss, and no more blue lightening.” I couldn’t argue with his request and nodded simply as I walked back to the bathroom. I used the restroom and I timidly walked back over to the sink afraid to gaze into that mirror again. I frowned, inching my face closer to my reflection as I gently touched the lovely mark that was now tattooed on my neck. It resembled a coat of arms with a silver wolf on either side of the shield and a sword resting on cut stalks of wheat. It was an intricate tattoo, a mark that, with my knowledge of European Coats of Arms, resembled our Lycanthropy, wealth, and plenty, and lastly brave

He laughed sarcastically. "Is it too much for a hunter of a deer to wear like that?" He stepped forward, as the clouds move, causing for the moonlight to peep out on the some part of the forest. "You can't fool me," He added, the exact time I saw the tatoo on his left arms, a symbol that he's in the rank of Beta in a werewolf packs.

I could communicate with him using mind link and I was now also connected to his whole pack. I then rushed to use the bathroom. In the bathroom mirror, I was surprised to find a uniquely designed tattoo mark on my body. My whole back was covered with a mark showing a giant black wolf that had green eyes like Aiden. On my left shoulder there was a tattoo showing a crown containing a small wolf inside. I'm guessing that was now a mark to show that I'm now officially a Werewolf Princess because I had the same tattoo on my right shoulder to show that I was a Vampire Princess. But inside was a vampire tooth not a wolf.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th