Wes Watson Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

And I just nodded. I knew that he had proper intentions when he did that and he was sticking up for me, because I didn’t look like I belonged here, but he also needs to know that I don’t need anyone to stick up for me. At least, I don’t think I do. And I can definitely bite back when the time calls for it. “So, what do you think?” Wesley asked, showing me a singlet top that had a brilliant design on the front of it of a woman with tattoos on her face and different colored hair parted on both sides.

Waverly glared at his arm, which was covered in numerous tattoos, forming a sleeve, with the Crimson Shadow sigil placed in the centre. He pulled out a sketch pad and then a pack of pencils. "I heard you like drawing and since Sawyer's been so busy with the Lunar Eclipse coming up next month, I thought I'd bring you by some entertainment." He stretched out his hand, showing a tattoo of a wolf, with its tail wrapping around each of his fingers. Waverly slowly met him in the middle and took the book and pencils. "Thanks…" she said curiously. Even though she was weary of the man in front of her, it had felt like forever since she had scratched the surface of a new sheet of paper.

Her story fit seamlessly with his and Harrison’s, providing confirmation. After she finished telling me about the tattoo, she whispered, “Look, Nathalie. Wallace is going to walk past me. He’s topless. Just look at the tattoo.” she reminded me before switching her phone’s camera to the back camera. Mr. Wallace Lewis walked in front of her, and I saw the tattoo on his back, identical to the one on the back of the man I was with and Harrison.

He rasped, ignoring that he had frightened the living daylight out of me. "Why?" I asked, still panting. Sin halted in his tracks. I glimpsed a tattoo I hadn't noticed on his back. It was a wolf with the inscription Blue Moon written underneath. It was large and it covered half part of his back. I wonder why I hadn't noticed because he was shirtless earlier. It was because you were busy ogling him! Inner me jeered. I rolled my eyes and gazed back at him. "In as much as I detest you. I don't want to be blamed for your death. Also, you need to do as you are told without questioning me." He grunted, walking away from me.

He also loves showing off his tattoos – he has tribal tattoos all over his chest and arms. Tattoos aren’t fun at the best of times, but they’re more painful for us wolves. We heal too fast and don’t scar easily so the only way to get tattoos is to use a tattoo gun made with pure silver because any injury caused by silver once healed leaves a scar. Gamma James’ tattoos are basically a giant warning sign screaming ‘I’m dangerous and pain means nothing to me.’ “Just once I wish my old man would wear a shirt,” whispers a voice beside me and I have to stifle a chuckle.

“Hmm, you’re getting a tattoo that says Property of Jasmine Peterson.” “You realize I’m a werewolf, sweetie,” I gave him a so-what look, to which he added meekly, “with our healing, we can’t get tattoos.” “And you realize I’m a witch,” I retorted with all the sickly sweet tone sass I could muster, “I can make it happen babe.” “Okay,” he kissed my shoulder again, then looked indirectly at me through the mirror, “then let it be Property of Jasmine Peterson Carrington,” he said as he gently slipped a ring on my finger.