Wolf Hand Tattoos For Men Novels & Stories

The other two didn't fare better, and in a few seconds, they fell to their death. Another two rushed at me, holding a black dagger in their hands. I slashed at the wrist of one of them, and that was when I saw an odd tattoo on the man's wrist. The tattoo was painted in black ink, showing two black blades on top of a howling wolf. The image was familiar, but I could not remember where I had seen it before. I realized that the other person also had the same tattoo on his wrist, and so concluded that it was an identification method for their pack or clan.

His commanding presence and unwavering resolve were palpable, leaving an indelible impression of strength and authority. No one likes to be overshadowed, and it seemed that Akira struggled to come to terms with the fact that another wolf had taken her place. I had overheard the previous debate between the two males, where the higher-ranking male had chosen me. The male wolf standing before me was unlike the others. He sported only two tattoos, a dragon and a moon, adorning his muscular arm. The intricate designs, inked in red, accentuated his powerful muscles, making him even more captivating.

When I glanced at him, his eyes were closed and he rubbed at the stylized wolf tattoo on his chest that every member of the pack sported somewhere on their bodies. I did the same, the ink warming under my hand. It was all I could do to not take my cock in my hand and stroke myself to completion. As hard as I was, I didn’t think it would take a moment. "Xander, what is it, brother?" Kane’s eyes slowly opened and his expression was almost pained under the ecstasy.

He was imagining me marking him. My wolf howled louder, 'I will not submit! I will never mark him! I refuse to complete the bond!' I frowned. Why did I get the wolf that doesn't want to even be a wolf? Carson opened his eyes, "What's wrong Celly? You suddenly feel upset. Tell me what's wrong?" He asked with an urgent tone.

“Wow! Isn’t somebody trying to play superhero?” The thug who shoved Tanya had a wolf head tattooed on his chest. He ripped his shirt open a little bit wider to show off the tattoo before saying aggressively, “Little brat, you’re right about me being a wolf! I’m not just a wolf, but a wild one who has tasted blood before! Did you know that?” “Haha! Look at this, brat!” The other three thugs glanced at each other before they, too, pulled their shirts open to reveal the same wolf-head tattoo on their chests.

"Danny suggested I draw a larger tattoo to go over my girl to help cover the scar. She will always be there, just we will be beside her." I felt tears in my eyes as I looked at his drawing. He had merged our two wolves, facing each other. My girl had her snout in Kota's chest. "Wesly," I whisper as my fingers trace the wolves. "Do you like it?" He asked me. "I know it's a little larger." "I love it!" I said, and then I showed him my gratitude.

It's a drawing of the moon cycle with the center silhouette of a howling wolf. "How is a drawing going to help?" I'm perplexed. "This a drawing of a tattoo. Faris, one of the non-affiliated wolfs drew it. He said he saw it on a lot of the wolves who held them captive. We believe this is how they identify each other. It's always in blue ink on their forearm." Amelie hands me the drawing. "This will help narrow down who joined and who has been forced to help them. This is great!" I can't believe they are dumb enough to mark themselves. They are making it easy.

He asks his black eyes look at me as if he’s peering into my soul. “I know that you’re Alpha Viktor,” I tell him while trying not to drop my eyes. “It’s been years since I’ve come of age and I never found my mate. How old are you?” He says while running his hand through his long black hair. My eyes drop to the tattoos snaking up his right arm. Flames run up his arm and they turn into a large white wolf. The white wolf is standing proudly and the blue eyes are mesmerizing. The wolf then turns into a moon and there are tribal designs encasing the entire sleeve.

I drop my head over his shoulder, not answering him at all. My eyes land over the pack engraving he has on his left upper arm. It’s a circle with a howling wolf inside. The strange part which catches my attention about the black tattoo like engraving is the canines of the wolf. Those are some shady canines, I must admit, poking out of the mouth of the wolf, as long as those of vampires. Sighing, I close my eyes and feel his skin against mine for some time. I don’t believe what people say about him. A tiny part of me fears the consequences of this, but I don’t want to let that part win for now.

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.