Achilles Tattoo Novels & Stories

Both thighs have a chandelier-style garter tattoo that looks smoking hot, each one ending with a crescent moon at the bottom, ending just above the back of her knees. “Whoa, those tattoos are pretty incredible, and really sexy, I can’t wait to admire them in person…” I say, wishing I could run my hands over the goddess before me. Damn… “And this one?” She says, pointing at her ass with a long black stiletto nail. She moves closer to the camera, turning ever so slightly. I’m about to tell her that her ass is hotter than the tats when I spot the small tattoo on it. I lean closer to read it, my eyes widening in surprise.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

“You're not training with Dane today. Neither with Napoli, nor will you practice Muay Thai with Collins. He tossed his black jacket to the side and for the first time I got a glimpse of his biceps and discovered that he has tattoos on one of his arms. They look like Egyptian hieroglyphs, letters and a compass. I always kept in mind the numbers that she has tattooed on her fingers, but my fascination with it made me ignore them all this time so as not to lose my temper. I find that detail very attractive, but now that I see it... I don't know how I'm going to control myself.

I waited by the side, shoes in my hand as Alex made quick work of gathering all our belongings and shoving them inside the basket. The winds now felt chilly as they hit my wet clothes and Alex must have noticed it too because he took off his semi-wet shirt and draped it over my shoulders. Holy fucking cow! The man was ripped! But what caught my attention most was the tattoo that covered most of the right side of his abdomen, his chest and then to his shoulders. I didn't know what that meant, but they looked like ancient symbols of some kind. But whatever the meaning…it was absolutely stunning.

I wasn't ready to move on, not yet. I walk out of my room, hugging my clothes, and at the same time, Ares, my brother, comes out of the bathroom while steam from inside is smoking out. His short black hair is damped and loose, and his five o'clock shadow has been shaved as the towel wrapped around his waist reveals his torso with tattoos of the Filipino sun on his right chest and a Japanese design covering his whole right arm. He has another one on his back with the Greek words agape, pistis, and theos.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

Chapter 54: The Shadow Fang The chamber was cold. Stone walls. Torches casting flickering shadows. Ancient symbols carved into every surface. Dimitri stood near the entrance. Arms crossed. Face grim. Lucian sat on a stone bench. Shirtless. The fresh tattoo covering his entire back still raw. Still healing. An ancient snake. Massive. Coiling from his shoulders down to his lower back. Scales rendered in intricate detail. Head resting between his shoulder blades. Tail wrapping around his waist. The ink glowed faintly in the torchlight. Pulsing with something that wasn't quite natural.

It looked more like a tattoo than a marking. Just behind my right shoulder, there was a black tribal crescent moon, with the outline of a wolf howling at a moon in the tattoo. It was no bigger than an inch and a half, but it looked huge as I looked at it. I never put much thought into the mark the Alpha King had on his wrist, but now that I carried it, I wondered if it was a marking from the Moon Goddess. “I don’t think I can do this.” I whispered as my attention stayed on the mark.

I asked. Chip mumbled, "He's just a guy, you know, tall, dark..." "Think harder," Jalin kicked Chip on the butt. "Sorry, Sir! I remember now!" Chip whimpered and covered his butt. "He's got a scar on his forehead... And a tattoo! A tattoo shaped like an eagle on the back of his hand. He was wearing long sleeves, so I couldn't see it clearly. But when he handed the money to me, I saw it! It's definitely an eagle!"