Witcher Signs Tattoo Novels & Stories

Adam’s head whips around to us at that moment and I hear him growl as he sees Jackson’s mark on my neck. “We all know that only a fated mate would have a mark that heals into a tattoo. I am proud to show you our marks,” he says turning his neck. I had not realized they had healed already, and I look at his mark feeling a sense of pride at what I see. There are two wolves standing beside each other. One lighter color depicting my wolf and a darker one, I assume depicting Jackson’s wolf. What makes me emotional is the Moon Goddess herself standing above the wolves giving them her blessing. It is rare to see that type of mark and I know it reflects a special bond. Mine would be identical

"Alpha Lucien," I ignored them and fixed my gaze on the omega sitting on the torture chair. Her claws were digging into the armrest. Tears mixes on her sweat and her chest was branded with a traitor’s rune — a jagged, glowing red mark etched into her skin. It was a combination of fang-like spikes, claw shapes, and barbed chains that symbolize betrayal. “D-Don’t k-kill m-me,” she weakly pleaded but I don’t feel any pity towards her.

I acknowledged and finally got a good look at the man, his chocolate skin stretched over his wide shoulders and my eye involuntarily followed the path of the tattoos littering his arms. The clearing of his throat snapped me from my inspection and my eyes flew to his, where almost black orbs stared at me with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry,” I mumbled, embarrassed to have been caught staring. “The right is of a phoenix rising from the ashes and the left is a wolf in the dark forest.” He smirked, turning sideways so I could see his ink clearer in the sun. “Do you mind me asking what it means?” I reached my hand out to run my fingers over the wolf’s canines.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

After a few more seconds, she was able to speak again, this time a lot more stable and slowly. “The witch that attacked me, along with Elder Quinn, has the same symbol as the woman in this picture,” she stated. Ian’s eyes widened, and he took the paper from Scarlett’s hands, glancing at where her finger pointed to. There, on the shoulder of the person standing right beside the late Alpha in the picture, was a strange imprint. He stared at it for a long time while his mate continued speaking, “I was not sure whether to tell you, but if this is true, and this is the same witch who attacked me...”

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

"I'd appreciate the company, actually." As she arranged the cups, I noticed a small tattoo on her wrist—a crescent moon with a star beside it. "You're from Crescent Valley Pack originally?" I asked, recognizing the symbol. Surprise flickered across her face. "Yes. How did you know?" I gestured to her wrist. "The tattoo. Each pack has their own symbols. Crescent Valley uses the moon and star." She nodded, looking impressed. "That's right. Most wolves from other territories don't recognize the subtleties."

I reached closer, Telling myself I should just touch. But as my hand hovered, My eyes went fast, and I saw something. A tattoo. In the low of his waist, very close to his butt crack. I was curious, wanting to see what he tattooed that low. I activated my wolf sight. Everything became clear—but at the same time, not so clear. On the contrary, this tattoo wasn't just a tattoo. This tattoo was… not readable. Just signs and symbols that seemed somehow familiar. I retracted my gaze from it, stood up, and walked to the bathroom.