Wolf Pack 3 Wolves Tattoo Novels & Stories

They gave me away and they also included some sorcerers in their pack, they were the kind sorcerers who fought against their fellow evil sorcerers. In the middle are the belongings of the deceased, the long-time leaders of their pack, the former Alphas, and some of its strong members. They were all placed inside a pentagram drawn on the lawn with the blood of the oldest male goat. Black and red candles around the pentagram circle with light. Salt, on the other hand, was the pen used to draw on the ground the symbols needed. I immediately positioned myself in the middle of the pentagram near the piles used by the bereaved we would call.

From the path ahead, his eyes got settled on the tattoo etched on his right backhand glowing at his fullest indicating that the power coursing in his veins got activated and showed up to beat the curse of death that the forest is known for. It was a blue colored tattoo of the growling wolf, showing off his fangs whose eyes revealed the cut-throat rage that was buried in them. Inside the blue outlined growling werewolf was a human skeleton head and the upper body that glowed golden in color. On the inner border of the blue colored outline of the wolf, something was written in capital format inked in red color. The capital words spelled RED RIVER. All the three elements, the wolf outline, the

They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows. The wolf leaped out again, this time it attacked the 3 guards closest to Cord. It disemboweled one with its sharp claws, then it sent the second one flying with a headbutt, the guard slammed against a tree and dropped dead immediately. Before it could pounce on the third, Cord screamed in fear. The sound of her screaming knocked the wolf back into the woods. Her scream was so powerful the wolf crashed into trees- breaking them and knocking them over for about a hundred meters. "Is it dead?", one of the guards asked with his voice shaky.

‘Today’s attack was clumsy, uncalculated, like they were throwing bodies at us just to see how we would react, there was nothing strategic about it at all and that worries me,’ Aiden’s best friend Griffon, who was sitting suspiciously close to her cousin, Jayden, who had not looked in her direction since entering the room, spoke up, attempting to draw the tension away from one another and back to the problem at hand. Griffon wore a white tank top, the tribal tattoo visible on his left shoulder. It was a symbol that every member of the pack sported, something to symbolize their bond as pack members and something she was constantly fascinated to see. She studied the image, how the images of th

Shyfter warned. "Kit, Tristan, and I are the Eldest wolves of the 7 packs, we know more about the life of a wolf. We had to learn the Trinity when writing and I were waiting for Tristan to pop up,and be our 3rd. Now our Trinity is complete and we should be able to handle it ourselves." Rex explained.

"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."

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

Malachi said and smiled at me. Marcus came toward me and we shook hands. The other man, Steve, stood next to James and he took out his rotary machine and laid his equipment neatly on the table next to the portable bed. When they finished with their equipment, they told us to lie down. The rotary machine made a soft whirring sound and Marcus started below my neck, in the middle of my spine. Each wolf pack had their own symbology and designs they used and tradition played a big role. The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo.

Mara hissed. “The Alpha of the Moonflame Pack has two daughters! I’m the younger one. My name is Evadne.” I pulled up my right sleeve. Every wolf has a tattoo of their pack’s insignia on their right arm. Those who don’t are the ones excommunicated and banished, the ones who became Rogues. When their eyes landed on my right arm, their brows raised. “I told you,” I smirked. “Yeah you did,” said the one on my right.

ETHAN POV I growl under my breath as Miranda tenses and practically curls against my side in fear. The wolves challenging Andrew are covered in tattoos, but not the art I am used to seeing. The images printed on their flesh are meant to install fear. The poor excuses for artwork depict women being violated and men being tortured or killed. Two of them have their hit list tattooed on their chest. "Alpha King, thank you for taking the time to come to the South pack," Andrew says interrupting my thoughts as I approach him in the field they have chosen to fight in.