Akatsuki Tattoo Novels & Stories

I had expected the place where an Alpha get’s his sacred, opal-bound tattoos to be slightly more prestigious. Still, we walked in and a girl with rainbow coloured hair and a bulky, severe looking man, presumably her boyfriend greeted us. They bowed at seeing Dex and summoned a series of small monks who all appeared from the back of the shop. Within minutes the scent of incense and chanting was thick in the air. “This is Luna Kate, she needs her first sacred tattoo.” “Of course, come with me,” the rainbow haired girl said and grabbed my hand to lead me to a leather chair. “Do you know what you want?”

Then she took a good look at his tattoos. Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.

Fucking dipshit murderers. Asa doesn't say a word to me. I know he's avoiding me like the plague. For once, I notice a bird tattoo on his nape and I must admit it's the most beautiful art I've ever seen. The tattoo is a flock of bird with their wings spread high to fly away and they are so tiny, you barely can tell they're there. " Stop fucking looking at me." Asa snaps without looking at me. " You haven't told me where we're going."

The last time I saw him without clothes, he had only the Bratva tattoo; the twin stars of a Vor v Zakone on his left chest; stars that marked him as untouchable in the Bratva. But now his entire upper body was covered in ink; Dragons and demons. I know those tattoos. No, it was not the Chinese Triads; this… this was Irezumi, a traditional tattoo style belonging to the Yakuza; the fucking Japanese Mafia. Was that where he had been these past four years? I was stunned. Why would a Bratva Don wear the mark of another syndicate? “There is not enough hot water for two, but we can share,” Nikolai’s voice shook me out of my thoughts.

My eyes widened when I saw the wolf head tattoo on his chest, and the several marks like claws and scars on his chest. Seeing my eyes glued on his chest, the man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?" "Yeah. Are you a warrior? Doesn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing that it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We were only having a night together, and I did not need to ask him who the fụck he was. "Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I am from the Dark Mountain Pack," he said, and I saw his eyes glow, and I didn't know if I was hallucinating at that moment.

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.

Her mind is all occupied by the tattoo and how crazy this whole situation is. “What do you want?” Hector asked when she kept staring at the menu card and the waiter was patiently waiting for them. “Mushroom risotto,” she said. “Thank you,” the waiter gave a smile and left the place. “Your tattoo is nice,” Ashley said. “Thanks, I got it when I was twenty. My close compelled me to get this,” he said and he soon covered it rolling down his sleeves. “This is more like a date to me, what do you think?” Hector asked.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

As they were responsible of why her cute and charming little sister experience hell and became like this— a coldhearted individual. This tattoo was the same on Aoi Akuma's nape, yet it has a different weapon penetrated on its skull. On Aoi Akuma, it was a dark blue bullet while on Zitrey it was a black sword with crimson light reflecting on the moon and dark clouds. Even the ball sockets were crying in crimson blood. Seeing this will envelop you with the vibe of creepiness. Moreover, the tattoo was covered in deep scars, like it was hit several times by a sharp weapon. And right now, a new wound was gonna leave it's marked on her sister's white skin, adding to the agony Kate felt. “Kate, you

She cut a pathetic picture at the moment. He smiled and leaned forward as if to share a secret, "I figured it out the day after I was attacked at the restaurant, while I was fighting your men off, I noticed that all of them had two overlapping SS tattooed into various parts of their body but mostly on their upper body. I knew the attack came from someone in the underworld so I dug into someone who has those two SS as their initials and found you but then I noticed something odd, not everyone that worked for you had the tattoo, I admit I was stumped." Yoshiki smiled as he paced in front of the cell.