Anubis Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Anubis clicked his fingers and a few masked men seemed to materialize out of the shadows. “We have what we want, gentleman.” . . TBC

Saint was about to look away grudgingly when Nicholas's towel lowered itself and then fell to the floor, revealing a tattoo. His gaze snagged on it before he could even stop himself. The tattoo rested low on Nicholas's back, directly above his waist. The design climbed the base of his spine in elegant black lines. Sharp points and sweeping curves intertwined around a narrow central shape that resembled a watchful eye. Thorn-like flourishes stretched outward before curling back in on themselves, giving the impression of something dangerous held barely under control.

Turning off the faucet, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Taking a deep breath, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror and run a hand across my jaw. The light of the bathroom casts shadows over my shoulders as if spotlighting my tattoos. Like some Confradia Assassins, I have a tattoo that represents my status in the organization. Mine is a human male’s face hidden in the shadows, half of the face is complete with the crimson light of vengeance in one eye and the other half is the skeletal face of the male with an empty eye socket.

"By the grace of all the Gods, may they not suffer and may they keep their faith in us. I can do naught, none of us can." Anubis lifted his eyes to examine the low, dense clouds above. The sky was grey and full of thunder even though the sun shone vibrantly amongst it, perhaps too vibrantly, the heat oppressive. A black cloud of birds flew past, chattering loudly amongst themselves. He could not see the farmers' fields where the animals bucked and scurried as if they had gone mad. "The herbs will appear, great one," he started, an air of concern in his voice. "I shall-"

The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves. My eyes slowly traced his tattoos the odd tribal patterns leading from his wrist up to his forearm up his biceps disappearing beneath his armor. Each new glimpse of his body sending my pulse through the roof. I could barely breathe with the way he was holding me so close to his chest. As I looked up at the face of my r

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

His head looked human, with long black hair that hung partially around his chest. ["Not wearing your "face" lord?"] Thoth asked Ra. Ra laughed. ["Thank you for reminding me."] Ra's falcon head suddenly changed to match Thoth, with his hair being a golden color instead of being black. ["Not going to change Anubis?"] Ra asked, leaning his chin on the back of his hand. ["No. I'm sure they're fine with it."] Anubis responded. The four sat in-between Lucifer and Anubis. From Anubis's left it was Osiris, Nephthys, Thoth, and Ma'at.

She replied furrowing her brows as she watched Seth ponder in deep thoughts before his gaze lifted. “I may know someone who can help.” He looked at Lillia seriously. “When we first arrived at Wolfsbane, we were visited by a Shaman.” He reached for a single parchment, then a quill, and after soaking it in ink, he drew sketches on it. “Her name is Anubis. This is where you can find her, but she only reveals herself to whomever she chooses. I would have gone myself, but I was not worthy.” “No.” Lillia collected the parchment and studied it. There was a giant tree that seemed as if two trees had joined together, each facing an opposite direction. “You stay and protect your family, I will find An

- he said, looking at his body in surprise and a little indignantly. Beneath that gorgeous abs were muscular, strong thighs, and in the back, firm and firm... erm... well... just like a nut! And above this very bottom part of the nut was ... Tattoo! All the way back!!! She went from the very bottom of the back to the cervical vertebrae, slightly touching the shoulders. The tattoo, which was most surprising, was black and red and depicted some symbols, the meaning of which he did not know. There was also an inscription in a language that no one but the initiates knows. Alrian.

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.