Ares Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

“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.

"She does the designs, I handle the tattooing." The blonde huffs and approaches me. She shows me a photo of a guy I immediately recognize. It's Harry Styles. "I want to get a tattoo of my boyfriend's picture." She looks me in the eyes, daring me to contradict what she just said. Which, of course, I do. I smile defiantly. "Are you aware that he's a singer?" "Of course I know that my boyfriend is a singer. Are you jealous or something?" Oh God, besides her breasts, she also has neurons made of silicone.

Hayden grinned at me, like it was all effortless. “Let’s get out of here,” he smiled. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 By the time we walked into the tattoo parlor, my hands were shaking. The artist nodded at Hayden, clearly aware of who he was, and then glanced at me. “You two getting matching tats?” I nodded, heart racing. “Yeah, we are.” “You have anything in mind,” he asked. I reached for Hayden’s wrist and traced a line. “Half a raven. The wings. He gets one, I get the other. When we’re together… it’s complete.”

“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.

to go to the city for some new ink myself, let’s go right now!. ‘Right now?’ I asked a bit hesitant. ‘Yes, no time like today’, Kenzo said as he almost ran to the car. We headed to the tattoo shop and the tattoo artists got to drawing right away. He sketched something which looked absolutely perfect. I was a forest with a full moon, with a silhouette of 4 wolves. It would cover most of my upper back, but I didn’t mind. He started right away. It was a big piece which would take hours, but I didn’t mind the distraction. Another artist was busy on Kenzo, he was getting something for his son and a surprise for Keva he said. We had been sitting here for 4 hours now and I was getting hungry, so

My name is Artie. I lived with my family, mom and my dad, in the jungle. We had no neighbors but only listening to the sweet melodious voices of the singing birds from the jungle. I grew up from the house and never moved out. My parents used to tell me I was the only reason for their happiness so I made sure to keep them smiling. I was a type of girl who liked watching fantasies so I always wished to make the impossible possible. One day on my birthday, dad asked me to make a wish. I just told them I wanted a tattoo on my thigh instead. My mom scolded me for asking such a stupid thing on my day but it's what I wanted.

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

“What if I told you I want to get a tattoo?” An image of a massive bearded guy sticking needles into Mabel’s body popped into my mind. I didn’t like it. Not at all. “Where do you want it?” I asked. She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe…” “Aww…” Tanisha swooned. “You can get matching tattoos! Trevon and I are planning to get some. I already checked, there are some decent tattoo parlors in your area.” I saw the way Mabel’s eyes lit up at the idea. I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t. Not to her.