Zeus Collins Tattoo Novels & Stories

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

Zeus states. “Brother I love you, but you are so fucking delusional. This happened because you wanted perfect little girly girls. News flash, even our wonderful sisters are not like that. You should have figured it out that time when they growled at you for trying to take that toy. They have been fiercely independent from the start. They have always done things when they want to and in their own way. I am not surprised in the least that they came home with dyed hair, tattoos, and body piercings.” I explain.

I feel cured because finally, Zeus has marked me as his, his other half. Afternoon already, judging by the warmth. I managed to sit up, moving slowly, then padded my way into the bathroom. The shower helped a lot. The warm water eased the soreness and the steam cleared the fog from my thoughts. I leaned my forehead briefly against the tile, breathing, grounding myself. I’m happy. When I stepped out, wrapped in a bathrobe, I caught my reflection in the mirror. And that’s when I saw it. On the right side of my neck, just below my jaw was Zeus’s mark. It wasn’t dramatic or overly dark, it's just a clean, deliberate bite, already healing, the skin faintly marked with the subtle shape of a Z.

He was leaning on the wall next to my left with his arms folded across his broad chest, his forearm muscles flexing beneath his deeply tanned skin. I looked away from the mirror and pointed to my neck. "What the hell?" “Zeus and I needed something to do while you were sleeping. We were kind of bored.” He grinned mischievously. "They are on your collarbone and down, so they'll be easy to cover up. Although you shouldn’t." I sighed, chastising him with my eyes for a moment, before looking at his rosy artwork again in the mirror. "You'll be fine; get in the shower; try to relax," he blew off with a smug smirk.

Zeus explained everything to Dabria in a low tone. He looked up into her eyes. With the help of the back of his hand, Zeus wiped her tears away from her eyes. He stood up and crawled on top of her. Dabria gasped as Zeus had pushed her flat on the soft metrus. Her heart started drumming erratically inside her rib cage. Zeus intertwined his fingers with hers. He pinned her on the metrus. His face slid towards the crock of her neck. Dabria closed her eyes. She was breathing heavily. "This is going to hurt a little." Zeus whispered softly in her ear. Before she could understand what he was talking about, Zeus' fangs dug deeply inside her neck. Dabria gasped in pain. But at the same time, she fel

Of course he was. Zara stopped in the doorway. Took a quiet breath. Kept her face neutral through what she considered an Olympic level effort. His back was to her. Wide shoulders, the kind of build that came from actually using your body, not just performing fitness. There was a tattoo she’d never seen before curling up from his left shoulder blade, dark ink, something geometric, something that looked unfinished like a sentence without its ending. Must be a new tattoo. She looked away. Looked back.

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

Sadly, my mate would not be able to destroy the bitch in hand-to-hand since she was pregnant, but my girl said that her hands could still do hand-to-blade-to-body just fine. ‘Do you think Jacks is awake?’ I asked Zen. ‘He is because I’ve been talking to Zeus,’ he said. Zeus was the best brother wolf that Zen could ever ask for. He was just as close to him as I was to Jackson. I would never tell Dillion that because he would just pout for the next thirty years. His wolf, Crest, was a very fucking mischievous wolf. That was why those two were perfect counterparts. ‘Why are you up, Jacks?’ I linked him.

, the beta questioned looking at Sebestian lying on the bed, still in his costume from the theater play. "How should I know?", Damon muttered." All I know is that he collapsed backstage, and he was rushed here". Zia moved forward and clutched Sebestian left hand up to eye level. There was indeed a perfect tattoo like pictorial deciphering the phrases of start and moon that spanned about 4cm, starting from Sebestian wrists. It indeed looked like it was glowing the longer Zia looked at it. Something about it seemed familiar to Zia even though she could not tell what about the tattoo was familiar. Zia brushed a finger over the tattoo and Sebestian gasped, suddenly shooting up from his bed. Zia

As soon as her baby girl was happily engaged on the bright mat, Tessa turned to face Zy and stopped—moving, breathing, thinking. He stood in front of her wearing a pair of black low-slung sweatpants—and nothing else. His five o’clock shadow inched onto his thick neck, which gave way to two thick slabs of bronze muscles. Both bulging shoulders were covered in tribal tattoos that ran down his beefy arms, flanking abs so ridiculously taut calling them a six-pack would be an insult. He even had those notches above his hips that made her drool. Mercy me! “Where do you want to do this?”