Akatsuki Tattoo Novels & Stories

Getting things in place at the warehouse took longer than I anticipated. We made sure there were plenty of traps. I doubt my father would come alone to face me. I wanted to make sure we kept my number of opponents limited. I wanted the old bastard. Be easier to kill him without anyone getting in the way. I had changed into my Kitsune black and red tight leather outfit, my double edge katana at my hip. “You’re still sure about this.” Hibiki asked. I smiled and pulled him into my by his shirt, kissing him hard.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

From his arms, across his torso, up to his neck — there was a continuous black tattoo, without any patterns! But I didn’t even have time to think about it, because in the next second, Kays was covered with a faint glow and appeared in his usual form for this world — with bright and curved karpits on his strong arms and abs. An incredible body, if only not for his sharp tongue and vile character. I must admit, I’ve always gone weak for guys with tattoos. Even though Anton had more conservative views, not understanding this “vandalism” on the body. But I really liked the energy of beautiful patterns combined with a well-groomed physique.

Crow slips off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves, revealing a spiral of runic tattoos going around his forearms, “Lie down somewhere, on your stomach obviously and I’ll have a look.” She nods and heads for the sofa. She flops down and Ash sits on the coffee table near her head, stroking her hair back from her face. She smiles at him, and Kai leans against the back of the sofa. Crow kneels beside her, and carefully lifts her vest top, just enough to expose the sigil and nothing more. “I’m going to put my hand on it.” She nods,

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.