Anakin Lightsaber Tattoo Novels & Stories

Octnavin calmed the fears in Sloan's mind. "I wish I had your confidence." Octnavin tilted his head down and tried to catch Sloan's eyes. Once again, he used the tip of his tentacle to trace Sloan's tattoo. "Do you know what this says?" Octnavin asked after a few minutes slipped by. "It doesn't say anything." Sloan eyed the black design around his bicep. "When I was eighteen, I wanted a tattoo because I thought I would be a bad-ass or something. I picked a dumb tribal design from the board in the waiting area. It's nothing."

Anika wouldn't even mention his name, but that wasn't what bothered him, for a second, while she looked helpless and affected at the thought of killing a man, she had actually considered confronting her about Nikolay. The tattoo on her back was a tattoo that he only shared with her brothers, the Bratva took ranks seriously, and tattoos were a way of marking position, some showed them and were covered in them like her father, her sister had acquired hers recently, Nikolay was covered in them, but the first tattoo the Petrov brothers shared, the mark of their initiation, and if Anika knew them…

Kailangan ko ngayon ng mapaglalabasan ng aking galit kaya ang tatlong lalaking ito na may maiitim na budhi ang pagbubuntunan ko ng galit na nararamdaman ko ngayon. Magkasabay na nilapitan ako ng dalawang lalaki habang may hawak na espada sa kanilang mga kamay ngunit hindi sila tuluyang nakalapit sa akin. Itinaas ko kasi ang aking kanang kamay at kinotrol ko ang kanilang katawan. Nang ginamit ko ang aking kapangyarihan ay biglang lumitaw sa aking noo ang kulay sky blue at umiilaw na moon tattoo. "Ang moon goddess!" bulalas ng matanda nang makita ang nakalagay na moon tattoo sa aking noo. "Iniligtas tayo ng ating moon goddess!" natutuwang bulalas ulit nito.

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

In his right hand, he held the familiar silver dagger, its blade gleaming dangerously. But as the rebel assassin took a step toward my bed, his left hand reached up to his own collar. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the fabric down, exposing his spine to the mirror on the wall behind him. My breath completely trapped itself in my throat, and my heart stopped dead in my chest. There, seared into the skin of the ruthless Omega rebel's back, was a glowing, crimson brand. A perfect, permanent tattoo of my own true initials. MW.

“There are symbols that have been used for centuries to prevent possession.” “So you can tattoo my body and in return, Adron cannot possess me?” I clarified. “Correct.” “Can anyone tattoo these or only you?” “Anyone can tattoo it, but it has to be done with a certain ink.” “What’s in the ink?” I was more of less questioning her to see if she knew what she was talking about. If she would have come sooner, Jet wouldn’t be fighting for his life right now. “Different herbs and spices but hard metals like platinum, hafnium and thallium.”

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

He turns to the bartender who came over as soon as he saw us "Get her some girly shit. Light. I'll take whiskey on the rocks" "Hey" "You're not getting drunk on my watch" I'm about to protest when he shows me the tattoo between his index and middle finger. He's trying to distract me but I'll fall for it because I'm curious "It's our tattoo. Only high-ranking members get it. Your father, Angelo, us, and a few guys have it"

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.