Wes Watson Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Oh, good Lord. Save it until the honeymoon.” As Blaze gave another pretend retch in the corner, Maverick strode into the room. The packmaster in formal wear looked even more out of place than Jeremy and Wes did. Several of his midnight-black ceremonial tattoos—which covered the majority of his tanned torso, all the way from his wrists to the line of his neck—peeked from beneath his suit coat. Wes chuckled. “And you said I looked like a Hells Angel.” Maverick shot Wes an impatient glare. “I’m only doing this at your wife’s request.”

“First, I need you to sign these. Please read through them carefully and let me know if anything needs to be changed or added.” As she reached across the table, I noticed a small tattoo on her wrist, partially hidden by her leather watch strap. A flaming skill above two crossed pistols - the Warriors logo. As I sat forward to begin reading the documents, I couldn’t help but wonder how deep Kat’s connection to the club actually ran. ——————————— Talon I walked into the garage, nodding at a few of the guys working on bikes. The familiar sounds and smells of grease and metal helped ground me as my mind continued to reel with thoughts of Laura.

“I have to change into my suit.” “You’re dressed fine.” Ashley waves her hand at my shorts and oversized t-shirt. “The more skin, the better.” “Whhaat kind of appointment is it?” I squint at her. “We’re going to see Cason Watts.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “A tattoo?” My jaw drops. *** “Luna, have you thought about your tattoo?” Cason holds a sketch pad. “Anything on the walls out front you like?” “I saw one…” I feel my heart beat faster. “It has a rose and then there’s a dagger sitting on top, but I want the dagger to go through the middle of the rose, like it’s stabbing it.”

Jonathan’s was special, with a lightness, a freshness to it. “I just need to stop for a moment,” Jonathan said. “Catch my breath.” He was clearly exhausted. He’d been searching for her all night, then he shifted to his wolf, and now he was basically carrying her. He stood in front of her, with his back turned, and she noticed the tattooed totem on his back. It stretched up to his shoulders. It wasn’t uncommon for werewolves to have tattoos, most of them did. She traced her finger along the lines of the totem. Jonathan’s tattoo was stunning. His pack obviously had a lot of artistic talent. The tattoo was intricate, with delicate lines. “I’m good now,” he said, turning to face her. He reached

He said with disdain. “Yes. Let her go now and we will not cause a scene in this school and reveal ourselves to humanity.” “Shouldn’t that be the goal?” “We don’t care about your egos. Let her go.” He growled at her, then reluctantly got off Arda and withdrew his wolf. His eyes turned normal and Karina followed suit. Karina saw a small tattoo on the side of his neck as he adjusted his thigh. It was the letter W, a distinct tattoo that the Western Packs wore. She knew he was with Cain now because the northern and western packs had aligned according to news brought by Felicia.

Maya waggled her brow at Jared as he stepped out of the dressing room, looking like a stereotyped bad boy and ticking off all the boxes with his denim jacket which was opened showing off chiseled muscleks and surprisingly a tattoo, though it was an inscription that puzzled her: I want to be your everything except but one thing, Your past. It was very poetic and in all the tats did do Justice to the whole bad boy imagery that was being projected. "Howdy," she taunted, adding a wave and stifling giggle for good measures. He groaned and she chuckled.

Then she took a good look at his tattoos. Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

A knock on the huge wooden door startled me, and I replied, "Come in." Mr. Weston pushed the door slightly and peeked into the room. He wore a white robe, his masculine chest revealing, and my eyes widened in shock when I saw the wolf head tattoo on his chest too. "What? You have this similar tattoo too. Is this a werewolf trademark or sign?" I asked, shocked as I stepped back, watching him entered the room.

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.