Wolf Pack 3 Wolves Tattoo Novels & Stories

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.

Tyr marked Raven on his nape, inducing him his werewolf scent, which officially made Raven sworn to him as his loyal subject. After the subjects calmed down, they were given time to embrace and bond with their wolves as they waited for their prints to appear on them. Opposite as earlier, Raven felt the burn on his nape where Tyr marked him and realized his print appeared on the same spot. Although he didn’t see it, he felt his wolf tell him that he already had the print. It was a feeling of completeness once they posses their respective prints. And that is something their kinds celebrate. -xx-

"Where are they, and how many? It'd be easier to explain if I knew the exact tattoos as well; each of them has a meaning, son." I close my eyes and tell him everything I saw on her ribs. I don't stop at describing the tattoos; I take my time and add details about the scars all over her body. For some reason, it's important to me that my dad knows every detail. My body tenses as he begins to speak. I hope for the best and expect the worst. "As far as I know, the wolf's head is the symbol of her first kill, and the number between the eyes is her age on the day this happened. I already knew the girl started young. We spent some time together down here, and I learned some details about her life.

For a while, I thought my father's men captured me, and would try to bring me back to Red Stone Pack. It fills me with horror just thinking about it. I just could not go back there. There is nothing in Red Stone Pack for me. My gaze went back to my captors. They were no ordinary wolves. They have the same massive build and tall frames. And the one thing distinguishing them was the tattoo on their left arm. From my distance, it looks like a flower with an intricate design, but on closer inspection, it appears as a mandala with an eye in the middle.

I’m hardly able to think. "The black one is Gabriel’s wolf, the gray one is Dante, and the third one represents the pack." she looks up at me when I finally squeeze out an answer. She nods and looks at my chest again. I do too, and my dick grows harder as I see her nipples like stiff peaks pressing through her bra and top. I reach up to touch it, but her fingers trace my stomach under my left chest before I can. She starts reading the names that are tattooed on it.

“Blackridge. This… this wolf is Blackridge. And… and it’s tied to Rowan’s family.” Bryan frowned, scanning the mist. “So Rowan… had allies from his old pack?” I shook my head, confusion and realization battling within me. “Not allies. Family. Or… part of his bloodline.” The wolf paused, tilting its head, as if acknowledging my understanding. Then, with a sudden, fluid movement, it vanished into the mist, leaving behind only a faint mark on the ground. I stepped forward, crouching, and my fingers traced the sigil etched into the dirt.

"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."

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.

I wanted this tattoo to represent both parts of him, and that's why I asked Madeline to draw his wolf's eyes blue. I wanted to do something special for Jarek, and what more special could be than to have his wolf as a tattoo on my body? I want to reveal my tattoo when we will take the next step and complete our mate bond. This tattoo will be a symbol of my love and loyalty not only towards him but his wolf as well. Closing my eyes, I think about Jarek tuning out the pain as Madeline starts working on the tattoo. It is not going to be a big tattoo, just a medium-sized one on my nape. But it requires a lot of details, so it will take some time to finish.