Captain Levi Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her back twitches from the itching of new cloth and the agitation that is meshing with her own self. "Not from around here, are you?" the neighboring steel cell has a voice that is southern and sane much more normal than the other voices that seem to carry throughout the blocks. That friendly voice surfaces once more. "Figuring you're not the talking type huh?" Both of his hands propel outward in the same fashion as the redhead though his arms are covered in a maze of tattoos. Unlike the captain's own share of ink, his patterns are interconnected. The labyrinth covers all of his body from the tip of his shaven head to the bottom foundations of his soles. The only thing not covered by the bla

“This is going to take some cleaning up.” Lee had a tattoo on his shoulder. A symbol that she recognized, of a God’s Eye held within the layered letters of a V and H. “Shit,” she whispered. She had seen that symbol many times in Arthur’s research notes. Not just any militia, she corrected herself absently as she searched Chris for the same tattoo, finding it on his hip. The Order of Nexsis militia. Had what Arthur always feared actually come to pass, and were they enacting their plan for domination? “I will help,” the Merman said, reminding her of his presence.

One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time. My heart is pounding now. “Layla told me about how the Bratva marks its members. But she said the women only get tattoos if they’re the last living heirs.” “Heirs!” That gets a bitter laugh out of her. It’s loud enough that I glance around nervously, worrying someone might hear. “Layla wants to protect your tender heart, Camila Stepanova.” She covers the fox up, standing over me again. “Do you know what that tattoo actually means?”

His appearance was crude with scars, yet lecherous and bold with a choking aura, and so were those red pupils: brutal and intimidating, with glances that stabs the heart. Black boots gripped his ankle, so did a leather jacket tail down to his knees. An axe was locked within his fingers as he stood atop the execution platform, with every intention to make his speech as less pleasing as he could. The sun's brilliance, though lost to his back, still revealed the wraith crest, an emblem worn on the person of both the captain and his crew. Frightening and bold were at a glance the pretext of their crest. It was of a white diamond shaped crystal, having red thorns protruding on it's surface, and a

Then the door opens. And then there’s Levi. He’s tall, just as his pictures suggested, with broad shoulders that fill his simple grey t-shirt. His brown hair is a little messy, falling across his forehead, and his eyes... they really are green. A deep, earthy moss, crinkling at the corners when he smiles. He has subtle, tasteful tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves – abstract lines and geometric shapes that look thoughtful, not aggressive. He just seems... cool. My gaze lingers on the subtle bulge of his biceps as he gestures, a quiet pull that registers even through my anxiety.

That's why I gladly accepted it. I looked around when I didn't see him. Levi saw that I was looking for something, perhaps someone. That's why he told me something that I didn't expect. “Captain Elon is there”, he whispered into my ears as he pointed out Elon practicing his swordsmanship. I feel sad when It seems like he didn't even miss me at all. “He has a grudge on you saying that you didn't even say that you were leaving”, he said as I smiled. So he is just sulking? Hayst, Captain Elon.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

Smirk widened. “What?” I loosened my grip slightly. My eyes trailed down his body. Fuck. His chest. Right over his heart. My name in bold script: “Levi.” A small crown sat above it—like the one on my neck. From his ear down the side of his neck: “Lë:vi” in elegant Italian script. Then across his lower abdomen, where the V dipped toward his groin: “Levi King” in thorned lettering that wrapped around his hip like it was claiming him too.

The chains bit into my wrists as the crew of the Black Leviathan dragged me onto the deck. Salt spray stung my face. I had fought like a demon when they boarded my smuggling ship, but numbers won. Now I stood before Captain Reyes, the most feared pirate in these poisoned seas. He was taller than I expected. Broad chest covered in scars and ink, dark hair tied back, eyes like storm clouds. His black coat flapped in the wind as he looked me up and down.