Novel & Cerita Klaus Hargreeves Tattoos

She was feared as the most dangerous assassin in the entire supernatural kingdoms. The cold-blooded daughter of the Alpha Tyrant of Ironblood, the millennium King of wolves and Lycans. She is of a royal bloodline laced with ancient soul magic and feared for her tattoos. Each ink on her flesh tells of the people she killed. Her father raised her to kill. To obey his every command. But her father wasn't satisfied. He wanted more than power, he wanted immortality to wipe out the gods. And she was his final offering, the final key. So they betrayed her. Slit her throat beneath the Eclipse Moon and tore her skeleton from her skin for the sacrifice. But fate wasn't done with her. She w

"Where will you hide, doll?" His deep raspy voice resonated in an empty, dark classroom. Her heart thudded in her ears. Her feet involuntarily moved back, shoulders shrinking in fear as he took threatening steps towards her like a predator. "N-no..." She stuttered, chin-wobbling, lips trembling. The certainty of her being alone in the presence of this beast-like man had her legs going jello. Emma was scared. So damn scared. "You can't deny me, Belle. I'm your mate. You're fucking mine!" He growled. * Emma Belle Richardson is a 17-year-old nerd who dedicates herself to schoolwork and books rather than socializing. She doesn't have any friends and is an outcast. She has more to he

Everyone knew that Aria Jackson had loved Larry Spencer for years. The usually obedient Aria got tattoos for him, broke rules for him, and even moved to a foreign city for him. But when she fell into the lake and he rescued her rival instead, leaving her soaking and miserable, her heart finally shattered completely. The man who came after Larry held her protectively in his arms and suggested with a gentle laugh, "Miss Jackson, have you considered teaching your ex-husband a lesson?" She promptly filed for divorce and married Archer Duncan, the heir to the Duncan empire and the powerful CEO of Duncan Industries. That evening, their marriage certificate was posted on social media. The typica

Twenty-year-old Nora Ale has perfected the art of being the family disappointment—dropped out of university, working as a barista, collecting tattoos instead of achievements. So when her flawless, overachieving sister announces she’s marrying a wealthy tech CEO, Nora braces herself for months of feeling invisible. Then she meets the bride. Celine Hartman is everything Nora isn’t—poised, brilliant, intimidatingly gorgeous. But when Celine’s gaze lands on Nora, it lingers. Too long. Too warm. Too wrong. What starts as harmless tension becomes impossible to ignore: shared glances at wedding fittings, late-night drives neither of them should be on, and messages that read like confession

Los Angeles was supposed to be my home. Instead, it had always felt like a golden cage. The Smith mansion stood tall behind iron gates, glittering with wealth and silence. Servants bowed. Cameras watched every corner. And the man who called himself my uncle smiled sweetly for the world while hiding knives behind his back. I was seventeen when I heard the truth. “He will take care of the girl tonight,” my uncle said over the phone, his voice calm. “Make it look like an accident.” The girl. He meant me. Fear became the only thing that kept my legs moving. I ran from the driver who was meant to take me home, sprinting through unfamiliar streets until the bright city lights

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way whe

She was sold as a broodmare. He was a warrior with no memory. Together, they'll burn down the world. Lyra has been called many things: half-blood, mongrel, dirty blood. Rejected by every pack she's approached, she's given one final chance—as a bride to Ronan, the cruel Alpha of Red River Pack. But when her wedding night becomes a nightmare, she stabs her new husband and flees into the frozen wilderness. Stellan remembers nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the ancient tattoos covering his body. He only knows that when he sees a terrified woman falling from a cliff into an icy river, he must save her—even if it kills him. On the run from a vengeful Alpha and his army of hunters,

Ryder didn't lose just one mate; he lost two. His first mate died the day he found her. Angelica was his second chance mate. She was his everything. The reason his heart beat and the air he breathed. She was the mother of their child, his beautiful angel. But in the blink of an eye, she was dead. Ryder had to find a way to live, a way to move on without her. He had to for the sake of their daughter. How does one continue to live without the person who breathes life into you? How do you move on from that? Is it possible to love again? Ryder doesn't think so, but she does. She's the complete opposite of Angelica. There's nothing sweet and innocent about her. She's hard, cocky, and spea

Sofia Quispe was never meant to be a simple noble. As the supposed pureblood heir to the powerful Abribi Covenant, her fate was sealed in a political Blood Union to three powerful vampire princes: the dominant Zilo Graves, the ruthless Klaus Blackwell, and the ambitious Zack Rivera. This union was meant to secure the throne and unite the kingdom. But during the Ceremony of Binding, the blood doesn't lie. When Sofia fails to Awaken her vampiric gifts, a desperate bloodline test reveals the shattering truth: she is not a pureblood noble, but a disgraced Dhampir—half-human, half-vampire—the product of her deceased mother’s forbidden betrayal. In the rigid aristocracy of the vampire wor

"Say it," Blaze growled, one hand on the wall beside Micah’s head. "I-I don’t want this," Micah breathed, gripping the crucifix in his hand, trembling as Blaze leaned closer" He was an ordained priest, he shouldn't be wanting a man or anyone like this, especially not his brother. "But your body's already sinning," Blaze whispered, fingers brushing his lips. "And I’ll make sure that when next you get on your knees, it'll be for me." ~ Micah Sawyer's dream had always been to become a priest, to serve, to be a vessel of purity in a broken world. But nothing could prepare him for the day he returned to Haloshul and crossed paths with Blaze. His stepbrother. His first sin.