Bleach Espada Tattoos Novels & Stories

This was her home~ A home she will never be chased out of. Esmeray's eyes flickered towards her tattooed legs. The tattoos covered the few scars she had inflicted on herself while the majority of the scars were from an almost failed assassination of a White Demon warrior. The tattoo artist had done a remarkable job of covering them. One can not discover the scars unless he touched the skin. Tonight Esmeray had not covered them with a glamour spell like she used to do. This was the first time Vladimir was going to see her for what she was.

He said calmly. I wrapped by trembling hands around him and the first thing I noticed was his super-tight abs which felt harder than rock, followed by the tattoo of a two-edged blade at his neck and at the other side of his neck was a tattoo of a written note which I couldn't read properly. As he drove on without saying a word to me, I remembered the novel I had just read and an exciting thought popped up in my head. "Can this be the bad guy who will sweep me off my feet and take me out of my horrible controlled life?"

CHAPTER 13: CELEBRATION FIGHT "What I know is the Celebration Fight that was done by the Kanji mafia gang, that they are the leaders, that's why." Hideo said and he was so serious that he could talk about the Kanji that he was talking about here in Japan. "Why do you need a tattoo? Is that a dirt on the body, what kind of tattoo is that?" Gareth asked as Hideo suddenly undressed in front of us and turned away. I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back.

He has no tattoos like Hyce and Axel, and she wondered why. Tattoos are like a prove of power in this part of Spain, so she expected his body to be full of it, and the fact that he's the leader of The Vikings.. "You don't have any tattoo at all?" She touched his arm before she knew it. "I have one, it's hidden" he replied. "Where?" She asked curiously. "You sure you wanna know?" He replied, and she gasped. "No, I'll pass" she replied, and he dropped the towel.

Satisfied, I grabbed the heavy white towel from the nearby rack, draped it over my arm, and leaped slowly back over to the edge of the steaming marble tub. I carefully lowered my bruised body down, sitting directly on the wide, warm marble edge right behind his massive back. Now that I was sitting so close to his bare skin, the thick steam cleared for a brief second, and I noticed something that made my eyes widen in surprise. The massive, intricate tattoo covering his spine wasn't just a random pattern; it was a highly detailed portrait of a beautiful woman. However, because of the dark bullet holes and the swirling water, I could not get a clear look at her facial features.

He doesn’t respond but swiftly makes a beeline to his office, and I follow him like a lost pup, with no clue what the tattoo means or why it’s such a big deal. When I get to the study, he’s already in front of his computer, typing away with determination. “Shit, this can’t be,” he mutters in disbelief. “What? What can’t be? What’s wrong, Jack? Is the tattoo an issue?” I rush to stand behind him. “This tattoo... it’s popular in Blue Water Pack.” “What? Do you mean Blue Waters Pack?” “The rose on the snake it’s from Blue Waters. The majority of people with this specific tattoo are their spies.”

I will need to make sure we have warm water everywhere since My Diosa loves a hot bath, even if I believe cold showers are better. I turn to the sink, looking at the mirror above it and tilt my head to look at my mark. It’s perfection. A mark that clearly personifies her. There’s a white moon, with a crown and sword in front of it, a cherry blossom branch goes across the top past the hilt of the sword. There are scattered cherry blossom petals behind it. A faint hint of pink glow emits from behind the moon and there’s a white long double hexagon shape surrounding the branch, crown, and sword.

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

Ceaza closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he took in the pain. "Do not talk back at me" Dylan hollered, stressing each word. He twisted the crown of his staff, screwing it off the body and revealing a sharp pointed blade at the tip of the body. "By the rules of 7 Daggers, you deserve to be killed, but as one of those closest to me, I will grant you the mercy of the Cross" he said as he walked around Ceaza, running the tip of the blade along his torso, drawing blood in the process. He stopped as he noticed a new tattoo at the middle of Ceaza's spine. It was an impression of a crown that had a sword at its middle.