Asura Tattoo Novels & Stories

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Fucking dipshit murderers. Asa doesn't say a word to me. I know he's avoiding me like the plague. For once, I notice a bird tattoo on his nape and I must admit it's the most beautiful art I've ever seen. The tattoo is a flock of bird with their wings spread high to fly away and they are so tiny, you barely can tell they're there. " Stop fucking looking at me." Asa snaps without looking at me. " You haven't told me where we're going."

He hurriedly checked the other people one by one and found that each of them had such a mark on them. "What's wrong?" Seeing that there seemed to be something wrong with Christiano's face, Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked. "We've caused a lot of trouble!" "Look at the tattoos on their bodies, don't they look like the symbols of the Hell's beak organization?" Pointing at the tattoo, an ominous look flashed across Christiano's handsome face. "Are you talking about the most mysterious killer organization in the world, 'Asura'?" "Yes, I read it in a book. Do you think they look like Asuras who came back from hell?"

Under the flag they worshipped, Raka died in a cruel way. "You...." "I... will definitely kill you ...." "Don't expect... you can run and hide." "Asura... I already know what to ask of you." Asura was present behind Arya Santanu. He revealed himself in the form of a red flame and was built like a burly man with fangs and two horns. Behind his back were four giant open hands. And in all four palms were eyes that stared at the bandits. "What do you want?”

“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.

"When did you get ink on your neck?" "Are you going deaf or dumb, Xan? I said Scarlet has the tattoo. And on her chest, not her neck." Asher looked at his twin as if the other man was entering the beginning stages of senility. Xander rolled his eyes. "I know, and I can see that one as well. It matches, exactly, the one that's decorating your neck." Xander pushed his brother's head down, exposing the length of Asher's neck. I leaned up, curled my upper body over Asher's. "He's right, Asher. It's the same symbol, just done in heavy black."

“That would be most beneficial. What do I need to do?” “Nothing just take my hand.” Aspen lets me hold his hand and he watches me. I see a look of shock from him as I feel the warmth flow from me into Aspen. My eyes must’ve turned color again. I let go of his hand. “That was amazing I could feel your energy flowing into me.” He looks at his wrist. “What is this?” “I’m sorry I should’ve warned you. It appears when I grant gifts you also get a tattoo.” “Interesting, this is the symbol for dragon’s eye,” Aspen informs us. It’s just a triangle that has lines from each point meeting in the center of the triangle, it doesn’t look like a dragons eye. Aspen sees the look of confusion on everyone’s f

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c