Anime Womb Tattoo Novels & Stories

My brows rises in confusion. “To wash you up,” her lips drag in a faint smile. What is it with her? Why is she acting so strange? Or is it something that runs in the household? She leads the way and I follow behind her. We get to the large bathroom, and her fingers push down her nightgown. It drops down her feet. She stands bare in front of me, giving me her back. There is a long Japanese snake tattoo behind her neck to her butt. The tattoo almost has the same details as the one found on Alpha Arkon, but the animals and representation differ.

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

One I could recognise anywhere. Seated, with head bowed on his thigh was Damon. He was asleep; both arms folded over his knee and he wasn't wearing a shirt and I could see that from the dull amber lights that flooded into the room from outside. His hair was let free, no longer bound by the strings that usually held them together. They fell freely over his head, brushing his arm, shoulders and broad back, making him look wild— and so beautiful. I swallowed when my eyes caught the outlines of his tattoo. They traveled from his back up to his shoulder. There were fiery drawings reaching up to his neck like he was being consumed by flames and I caught the drawing of an eagles' talon scratching h

Penny looked at Ice like she dared her to argue. “Whatever. I was running my own shop.” “Speaking of which, I am going to need a tattoo once our babies are born.” I said to her. “What are you going to get?” Ice asked, eagerly. “I was thinking about their footprints down my arm or something.” “With three of them, that would be really cute.” Ice agreed. “Yeah, that is what I am going for….cute.” Rolling my eyes, I just finished my beer off and got started on my food.

“I’m going to put something on now!” “Nice tattoo, Aldo!” Adia teases. Yeah I have a tattoo on my ribcage, no one really sees it unless they see me shirtless. Nova hasn’t said anything, but I doubt my tattoo is the first thing on their mind. It’s a flaming phoenix . Knowing I was the only survivor of the crash that killed my parents and maternal grandparents makes me feel a bit like a phoenix. I’ll need a purple butterfly over my heart, for Nova.

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

So she definitely goes to the gym and doesn’t sit on stupid diets. Devouring the beauty with my eyes, I suddenly notice an unexpected detail. “You have a tattoo?” I nod toward the brunette’s arm, and she immediately runs her other hand over it, as if checking whether the image is still there. On the inside of her forearm there was an image of a black panther, gracefully creeping forward, baring its teeth in a predatory stare. “Oh, yes,” Ann looks at me shyly, smiling. “I have tattoos too. A lot.” “I can see that,” the girl shifts her gaze to my neck and swallows strangely. And more than anything in the world I want her lips to be there on my neck instead of her eyes.

“Two long tears. Both eyes.” The tattooist looked up from his tools, his expression grim. “You realize what you’re asking for? This isn’t just any tattoo. It marks you as part of a violent group. Step into River, and you’ll be arrested on sight. Worse, your soul will be bound to hers. If she dies, especially by your hand, your soul shatters into fragments. You’ll be left a husk—a mindless, broken shell. Are you sure about this?” In the corner, Argent leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her silver braids reflecting the dim light as she formed a heart with her hands.