Dabi Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

well, abs. Dario teased her a bit, before stopping when Madie asked him about his tattoos. He told her the stories of loving art, and wanting to be a part of it, that's why he decided to ink his body. But he didn't tell her that the pain of the needle eased and calmed his mind from time to time.

It was as if the feather held a secret, waiting to be unraveled. My hands clenched on my lap, so that I didn’t involuntary reach out to touch her. I didn’t want to startle her, but with every movement, her supple breasts bounced a little, making me bite my lips. I think Gabby was doing it intentionally as well, getting a kick out of just how aroused I felt. And aroused I was…especially when I had to clench my thighs together, a tingle of heat shooting to the apex of my thighs. Moving on, she pointed to the second tattoo on her waist, just under the waistband of her shorts, a bold declaration that read, "Never be Ashamed of Who you Are." The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wo

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.

I moaned in response to the fire Dominique touch did on my body. I couldn't bear it anymore, the fire in me was increasing. I tugged off Dominique’s shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. My hands roamed his broad and muscular chest, tracing the contours of his muscles before sliding lower, exploring the taut skin of his abdomen, he had one of the most perfectly smooth abs you could ever see. By the right side of his abs, he has a tattoo of a majestic dragon seated on a throne. It was a sight to behold. I Instinctively roamed my hands round it, caressing it like I was appreciating the work of art my eyes was beholding.

Dain hands ran fastly at the assassin's cloaks, ad he turned them apart revealing her round fleshy bosom, a tattoo at the top, and another at her right arms. “What the hell are you doing, Dain?" I demanded in displease. I was irked at his actions, taking off woman's cloak. “Need to check the rest of them." Dain muttered in a sluggish tone. One! Two! Then to six or seven, I watched Dain turning off their dresses. They're all women with the same tattoo signs, no tongue. Seems like their tongues were cut off! “This is a sheer wickedness” I said under my breath.

37 Cain stopped just outside the front room and gently caught Avi’s arm. “Before we talk to your father,” he said quietly, “I want to see your Dawlya tattoo.” Avi looked away, shame flickering across her face. She didn’t move. “Avi,” he murmured. “Look at me.” When she finally met his eyes, Cain shifted the skin along his cheek. An ugly, jagged scar surfaced raw, twisted, and nothing like the flawless face he normally showed the world. Avi gasped softly.

"You mean, you've seen really weird tattoos on him?" Brent was sitting in the living room with a laptop on his lap just after 8pm: "What kind?" "I can't remember the details, I just know it was probably an outline like that." Hermosa closes her eyes and tries to remember for a moment, drawing down several symbols on a piece of paper, circles over circles that Brent hasn't seen either, but which look familiar. "Davis was a devout Buddhist, and everything else he would have tattooed on his body had something to do with religion, so the circles of writing, too, would probably have something to do with ancient India or that part of Sri Lanka's culture."

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I

I asked Zion. He scrutinized my outfit choice. Black slacks, black button-down shirt, and a silver vest. The sleeves were rolled up, proudly showing off the new tattoo that I had Dante do for me. It was my girl’s name in Arabic inside of a fractal overlay. Our pups names were also placed within it in Arabic. “I think that Mama will love it. Are you nervous?” he asked me. Was I nervous? Nah. Not really. I was excited more than anything. I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night.