Akatsuki Tattoo Novels & Stories

I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"

Akatsuki said to his friend with a sigh. "Have you talked to Leatrice? Aren't you flirting with her?" Shuji asked his friend if he didn't want to talk about the past. "Watashi mo anata ni tazunetadeshou, anata mo kanojo to hanashimashita ka? Watashi wa kanojo ni denwa shi tari renraku shi tari suru koto ga mattaku dekimasen, 'Watashi wa tōtatsu dekimasen' ga itsumo kikoemasu." Akatsuki told his friend he just took a breath and showed what he was doing to contact Lixue.

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

He was about to stroke her cheek with the tip of his fingers but she moved her face away. “You can deny as much as you want Katherine, you can hide your feelings from me but I know you’re my baby girl, the one I’ve never stopped thinking about.” “I remember this day so clearly. You were the one who insisted we got the tattoos. Tell me who the hell would have this kind of tattoo other than us?” The tat was a beautiful butterfly and below it were their initials. “AK”, written in cursive writing, with a love shape after it. “The only difference is that mine is very clear while yours, I’m sure you’ve tried to get it off. The reason why it took this long for me to notice it.”

I wanted to caress that ink on his bicep and his sinewy forearms. “Join me.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My gaze dropped to what was peeking through his boxers—his tattoo. I moved forward so he could sink in behind me. “The tattoo you have there is interesting.” “It’s inked out of fun.” “What does it mean?” I knew it was written in Japanese. “Keizoku w* chikara nari. Something like, don’t give up.” “I like it.” “Thanks. You’re killing me, you know,” he said with a groan as he joined me. He settled himself in, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He then wrapped his arms around me.

the words dribbled out of my mouth. “She’s awake?” Ares’s hoarse voice dribbled down my back. “Yeah, she is.” Atlas answered and rolled out of bed, his back was to me as he sat on the base and carried his device which was propped up by the side. “Morning.” Ares whispered into my ears and he placed a kiss to my neck as i stared at Atlas, my eyes followed his muscles as they rippled under his stretch, there was nothing to imagine. The tattoo around his arms got my attention again, it seemed normal for pack members to have distinct tattoos and each seemed to tell a story. Right now; we had other things to do. Ares slowly pulled away leaving me by myself, now that his warmth had gone away, my ba

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

I’ll never be able to drink tequila again without thinking of him, that’s for sure. I see Erik still watching me. I hand him his shirts. “Five black belts? That’s incredible. All this time you never mentioned it.” “That was a long time ago, I’m not that person anymore.” I can’t help but ogle him and he catches me checking out his Nordic styled tattoos. There’s a chariot on each pec, one pulling the sun, one pulling the moon, each being chased by a wolf. “This is Sköll,” he points to one of the wolves, “and this one Hati. They chase the sun and moon.”