Wes Watson Tattoos Novels & Stories

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio

Oh, did I mention he was only wearing his boxers? His upper torso was on full display as he turned over strips of bacon and eggs. He had a howling wolf head tattooed on his chest, right over his heart with the text “Wolf Riders” written under it. His entire right arm was covered in an intricate pattern of tribal black tattoos as well as part of his chest and shoulder. There was a weeping angel stretched between his shoulder blades and across his neck was his name. All of which moved with him like a living art piece, making me even more aware of every rippling muscle and hard plate this god-like man had. His toned stomach and wide chest. I was a bit surprised when I saw he didn’t have a six-p

She has no idea who she is dealing with. "Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them. I would really love to shave her hair. "W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression. Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo. Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

I repeated to myself, trying to regain my sanity. "Why are you staring at me?" Norman asked curtly. "Nothing... cool tattoo," I referred to the black wolf symbol he had on his arm. "It's in honor of my father," Norman replied before entering the river waters. I was trying to control my excitement, but he became even sexier with wet hair. He had tan skin, a tattoo of a black wolf on his right arm. I could see the veins popping in his neck, water running through his completely wet hair, down to his defined abdomen, sliding towards his... I shouldn't notice so many details about this man.

leaving me alone with Noah and Axel. After a couple of hours, during which I alternated between Axel's studio and Hunter's workspace, I now have two new tattoos: the wolf emblem on the back of my neck and an Ace of Hearts below my collarbone. The Brothers have finished touching up their Ace tattoos and have also refined their wolf tattoos on their necks, thanks to Axel's brother, Cody, who had an unexpected break from his client and was able to lend a hand. We're walking down the hallway while Cody laughs at something Noah tells him; these two have been talking to each other for a while. Suddenly, an energetic brown-haired little boy comes staggering towards Axel.

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

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.