Emperor Moth Tattoo Novels & Stories

I say in a strong voice. I wasn’t expecting much to happen, given I’m not a nagata, but that was probably foolhardy on my part because as soon as I was finished taking my oath, my left arm began to burn just like Mei’s had. I grit my teeth and lift my sleeve just in time to watch a tattoo forming on my arm, but it’s nothing like Mei’s. On my arm appears an iridescent black and brown wolf with a black and gold snake coiled around it, not in a threatening way but like the two are unified. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life and based on the look of shock on Qiang and Nuo’s faces, I think it’s safe to say neither have they. I guess this is what happens when you become the first mutolupu

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

His worn and threadbare T-shirt provided little resistance as Timothy's grab tore it down the middle, causing it to flutter apart. For a split second, everyone saw the huge tattoo on Elio's back. It was so big that it almost covered his whole back. The tattoo depicted a vivid scene—a sky ablaze with flames, with a majestic phoenix spreading its wings wide as it soared. The colors were strikingly bright, exuding a sense of power and vitality, reminiscent of a phoenix's triumphant rebirth, appearing almost lifelike in its intensity. As Elio moved, the phoenix looked like it was about to fly right off his back.

Or had something else, something I couldn’t understand, made her run from the life I had offered her? A new fear, sharp and sudden, began to twist inside me. The thought of her being hurt, of her being lost to me before this joining could even start, sparked a strong, protective anger. She was meant to be my Empress, my symbol of hope. If she was in danger, if someone dared to touch her, they would answer to me. They would face the full fury of an Emperor who had just taken his throne back and would not stand for losing the one who had saved him.

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots. He squinted his cataract eyes, trying to take a look at me. And then, I looked at Dante who was standing only ten feet away from the Emperor. He was wearing simple black clothes, brown leather boots, and a vibrant blue cloak with a golden eagle sigil. I wondered why his sigil was different from others and why nobody was questioning him. Honestly, he looked better as emperor than the emperor himself. Oh, I judge people on the basis of appearance. Why is it wrong? He is supposed to be the emperor. Isn't it normal that I would have some expectations from him?

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

The old man tried to touch him but Jeremy sharply inched away. "You see that mark on your wrist," he voiced. Jeremy briskly stared to his right wrist where a tiny Dove was tattooed right in the middle. "That is a birthmark given to Royal bloods of The Silvery-Claw Centurion Pack." "The Silvery what?" Jeremy uttered confusingly, his gaze still on the tattoo. From his young age, he had always wondered why he had this tattoo. And now he finally got an answer, he was left clueless.

I said, annoyed. He was equally annoyed, allowing the door to slam shut as he came in. “What is happening?” “This is Emily. Emily is a witch. Emily is a witch who can give us tattoos that will prevent Adron from possessing us.” I said without blinking as I looked into his eyes. The shock was clear on his face. “W-what?” He stammered. It brought a smile to my face as the tattoo gun started up and touched my skin. I welcomed the pain. It wasn’t that bad to begin with. Actually, it was pleasurable pain.

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far