Anakin Lightsaber Tattoo Novels & Stories

Trees intertwined with ice and water, a howling wolf and a crescent moon. ‘I have never seen a mark like that,’ Elian mused quietly, attention fully focused on the mark. ‘And it sucks so much that I can't carry her mark as well.’ “It's okay,” Anisa said soothing, tipping her head back and granting me more access to her neck. “I'll carry the mark for both of us, Elian. I love it. It is perfect. And I am going to flaunt it!” ‘I’ll get an identical tattoo of your mark on my neck as well,’ Elian answered.

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

He pointed to his tattoos as he spoke. 'This is a tribute to Adrian," he said. He pointed at the tattoo that sat on the left side of his body just below his shoulder blade. It was the name Luca with a halo above it with angle wings on either side of it. Underneath it said, 'I am because you were'. "That's beautiful," I mumbled as I stood up and walked closer to him to get a closer look. "This is for Blade." On his arm was a dagger. The blade was cut in half and the word

He had changed when Beta Riker died, but he was now the same dad I had grown up with. I drove back, hoping some time would calm Storm down. I had seen his face and body before handing him over to my soldiers. I didn’t think Aeryn would like that whole tattoo thing, but maybe she takes after her grandma. Cyrus is covered in tattoos, and April seems to like them. Leia had gotten a few over the years, and I must admit, they were pretty sexy on her. He seemed a lot older than Aeryn, though. "You were a few years older than Leia, too." Logan said.

The silver-gold tattoos on his chest and arms flared with the intensity of a dying sun, generating a localized, spatial-warping shield of pure, kinetic chaos. "Keep typing, Queen," Caleb smirked over his shoulder, his molten gold eyes burning with the thrill of defying another god. "I'll hold the sky." Scarlett didn't look up. Her fingers danced across the glowing, holographic terminal she had forced the ancient console to project. Her cosmic gold eyes were locked onto the cascading lines of the orbital weapon's telemetry data. "Just give me ten seconds, King of the North," Scarlett murmured, her starlight brush weaving intricate lines of Origin Code into the terminal.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

Sera said. Dessa looked at her over the rim of her cup. "Honestly?" "Yes." "Half of them are afraid. A quarter of them are angry. The rest are watching to see which way it goes." She set down her cup. "Nobody knows what to do with a Tattooed Luna. The last one was three hundred years ago. It's not exactly in the current handbook." "Tattooed Luna," Sera said. "Is that not what they've been calling you?" "Nobody's been calling me anything to my face."

“Alright, my love. Anything for you.” It was too easy, the way he said it. And though part of me wanted to believe him, another part knew Grant’s version of “handling things” often came with blood and fire. But for now, I chose peace. I chose the illusion. “Alright, you’re set,” the tattooist said finally, pulling her gloves off. She handed me a mirror, and I craned awkwardly to see. Daddy’s was inked in delicate red script right where only he would see it. It was beautiful. Dangerous. Ours.

She bolted out of her seat and disappeared down the narrow hallway, leaving me standing there, shocked and stunned to silence. I glanced down at my hands and realized the push behind her changed demeanor. My shoulders dropped. The skull tattoo with a black serpent snaking through the eye sockets was bold on my hand in black bold ink. There was a fine sword that cut through the skull, with the end of it dripping with red blood. Aramaic words were etched just underneath the figure like an unsaid prophecy. I straightened up and covered the ink before shoving my hands into my pockets. “Always sucks the fun out of everything. I should get it covered.” I turned to look at Terrell who only chuckled

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.