Espada Tattoo Bleach Novels & Stories

"We’re out of here in ten minutes." It doesn’t take long to get the tattoo. Adis has a tattoo artist in the pack who has his own little place down by the tourist area, and we skip the line to go directly into the back room. The owner draws my ‘S’ freehand, as he has done it many times before. I choose to make mine a bit smaller and less flashy than the others. I also get a ‘B’ on the back of my neck, which gives me the same rights as a Beta. I hardly feel the pain; it is nothing compared to what I have endured in my life, both before and here in the underworld.

It even silenced the ticking of Silas’s watch. "I am the **Vespera**," she said, her eyes turning into two infinite pools of obsidian ink. "And the Vespera does not play a part." She raised her right hand. Her fingertips began to drip. Thick, black, viscous droplets of **Original Ink** fell from her nails, sizzling as they hit the "Rendered" ground. This wasn't power; this was **Erasure**. A golden spear streaked toward her face, aimed to "Scar" her for a dramatic close-up.

Light spilling out. I move closer, staying in the shadows. And then I see him. Dante is at a sink, washing blood off his hands. His hair is wet—he must have showered. Water droplets are running down his bare back. His scarred back. With FARFALLA tattooed down his spine in elegant script. My name. My nickname. Permanently etched into his skin. I swallow hard, my eyes tracing the letters. Tracing the scars around them. Evidence of everything he survived. Everything he endured.

I gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the mate mark on his chest. The complex, magical tattoo that symbolized our eternal bond. I took a small bottle from my bag. It was a special potion, the recipe found in an ancient text from my family's library, designed specifically to erase magical marks. Silver dust, moonpetal, wolfsbane... each ingredient was priceless. I dripped the potion onto his chest. The magical tattoo began to smoke, slowly disappearing. Baton winced in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. When half the tattoo was gone, I stopped.

White asked June whose dirty thoughts assumed something else that she had a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Mr. White lessened his tie before raising his eyebrows directly at the blush on June's face. "Hot weather allergies." she said in embarrassment trying to defend the last sane part of herself. "Okay." Was all he said before placing his hands on the table, clamped together leaning in his eyes focused on June who magically felt the air becoming too thick to breathe through her little nose

She has no idea who she is dealing with. "Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them. I would really love to shave her hair. "W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression. Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo. Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

I braced up and sat on my seat, ready for the meet and greet. The door opened again and he came in, his aura filling the entire room. The black bold tattoo on his arm was visible because he had rolled up his sleeves. The design was more distinct than the last time I saw him and I wondered if he'd added more to it. The collar of white shirt was stained with dry blood and there were splashes on his face and palm too. I wonder whose blood it was. One of the men passed him a white handkerchief and he tried cleaning off the mess but it was futile.

I bit my lip hard as I stared at him. He turned his back to me, using his hands to comb his hair backward. His back... fuck. His back was even hotter. My eyes caught the ink on his shoulder blade, a dragon, bold and coiled like it belonged there. Its wings stretched slightly down his spine, detailed with sharp lines and dark shading. It was a tattoo that looked alive, like it was watching me through him. Just below it, a long scar trailed down his lower back and curved slightly toward his waist. It was faded but deep. I wondered what caused such a huge scar.

Dominus buried his head in her neck to calm himself down. “This is obviously a mark of the Golden Wolf soldiers but why is it faded? I didn't even notice it when I saw him in Belinda's head,” Dawn frowned in concentration at the picture. “It could be a tattoo,” Lance said. I had intentionally avoided his gaze since I entered the conference room. I missed him but I also understood that what he was doing was for my own good. “Tattoos don't fade,” Lucia said. “Temporary tattoos do fade,” Rocha said and we all went silent.

In the Fahara it is day time. In the desert where it is hotter than anyone's mother's fireplace. You could get roasted from walking around. Sao ,Modei ,Michelle and Winter are laying on the sand in the Fahara. What the tattooist didn't know is that the tattoo was a created realm whose entry could get activated by royal dragon blood because it was forged using the magic of the stone along with royal dragon blood.