Witcher Signs Tattoo Novels & Stories

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

‘Let’s find out’ I whisper back, as if he would hear me. Glancing back at the towering, tall muscular man, I notice the chains around his neck and the symbol on the longest chain. That insignia seems familiar, a shield with a snake. I realise his chest tattoo also has a huge snake in it and there’s also a snake on his neck where his mate mark would sit. Were these wolves responsible for that attack? That would make sense… “How about you start fucking speaking? Who are you?” He growls as he spins the blade and points the edge at me.

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.

It's incredible. "What's incredible" Viper asks? I didn't think I said it out loud. Tank answers " Princess here has some pretty interesting ink." Viper looks at her " Do you, now?" She simply turns around and pulls her hair to the side for him to get a good look. I step forward to get a better look. The detail is amazing. I get a good look at the symbol and the words. It's the Army symbol, in the wings the names of Jace and Jax are there along with their birth and death dates along with their unit number. The tattoo is a memorial.

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I

Thor killed his third attacker and stepped back toward me. “How many?” he asked. I did not answer. Because I was counting differently. Not how many remained. But how many were designed to die. That was when I saw it. On the wrist of one of the fallen wolves, partially exposed beneath torn fabric. A mark. A tattoo. Recognizable. I froze for a fraction of a second longer than I should have. Thor noticed immediately. “What is it?” I knelt slowly, pulling the wrist closer. The symbol was burned into skin with deliberate precision.

Sam responds. Then Sierra walked up, “Let's finish your arm rainbow.” She wraps her own yellow bracelet around my wrist, the charm having runes inscribed. One for warrior that looked like an arrow pointing up and next to it a three pronged pitchfork with a small circle just above the hilt, two squiggly lines across the handle and a semicircle at the top of the handle looking like a bowl. “It means warrior friend.” She said before hugging me.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?