Espada Tattoo Bleach 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?

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

Crimson, burnt umber, and canary yellow were just a few that swirled together, creating a masterpiece that reminded me of the tattoo on my back. Now that my arms weren’t so heavy, it was easier to hold the shield I spontaneously created. The orb of magic he threw at me exploded on impact and left tiny chunks of hail raining down on us. My shield faltered when Adley’s scream echoed throughout the room, blood-curdling enough to take my attention off the guard.

I stepped to the first one—tall, pale, high cheekbones, the sneer of someone who thought they still had control. I grabbed a scalpel from the bag. Let it catch the light. Let it gleam. "We can do this quick," I said, calm. Too calm. "Or we can do it honest. But we’re doing it." Still silence. I sliced his cheek. A hiss. He didn’t scream. Not yet. "Markings can be burned off," I said. "But they leave echoes. Threads in the blood. Tattoos might vanish. But old magic? It stains the soul."

Dexter's smirk dances on the edges of his lips as he points out, "Well, you've got an extra talent up your sleeve – certainly a master of tattoo artistry, I must say. Quite the paradox, isn't it? A remarkable tattoo artist, yet your own skin remains untouched!" Blaze titters, his gaze briefly flickering to Dexter's elaborate tattoos. He possessed irrefutable talent. However, opting to remain ink-free was a deliberate choice reflecting his personal preferences. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a few needle pricks?" Dexter teases. Blaze, unable to contain his amusement, retaliated by grabbing a nearby cushion and hitting Dexter with it. "Well, you're the bloodsucker here, so consider this a lov

Mark interrupted. I was silent and watched an old man give a sign on my dad’s back, then mom. It was like a tattoo made of red liquid. Now it’s Mark's turn to get that tattoo. Mark told me to stay behind him. I nodded even though I was so scared. ‘I thought you wouldn’t come here.” I turned my head and found Alpha Matthew standing next to me. “I…” “It’s beetroot liquid mixed with tattoo formula.” I nodded awkwardly and now it was my turn.

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

“Master Blair, see if she’s the person you’ve been looking for all along.” Blair was emotionless as he studied the tattoo on the woman’s back. He finally spoke after a long moment of silence. “No.” The tattoo on the woman’s back was the same as Liv’s, but the color was different. Blair remembered distinctly that the peach blossoms on Liv’s tattoo were pink and lifelike. He had never seen a tattoo that exquisite and perfect. Dick looked at Blair in shock. “Are you sure?” Blair nodded. Other than the tattoo being the wrong color, although Liv was blindfolded that night, he knew she was not blonde.

I heave out a humourless chuckle. She leads me towards the couch and I look down to stare at the tattoo on her hands. It mesmerizes me the second I saw it, it’s electric blue and a lot larger than every other elemental out there. I included. 2 large lightning bolts are carved on the sides of her hands, starting from her wrists all the down to her elbows, and both ends of the bolts are connected to the other through a white line.