Ferdinand The Bull Tattoo Novels & Stories

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

Somehow, the thorn in his throat was alleviated. "Here, right?" the tattoo artist asked Beckett before touching his neck with their index finger. "Yeah," Beckett nodded. The tattoo artist began to ink Beckett's neck. It symbolized their membership in Foedus. Like that tattoo, their commitment to the Foedus Corporation should be the same. Forever... Or life in exchange. "All those I tattooed earlier have stories behind why they wanted their tattoos in those specific places," the tattoo artist commented while busy with their work. "How about yours?"

“Baby ka d’yan. How big are you baby? It's so crowded! ” "No." He widened his eyes at it but ‘it still didn’t come out. He was just thrown into the air and then, the tattoos of various designs stared at his arm. He turned to the young man and stared at him intently. He didn’t have the courage to ask against the color etched on Fender’s body for two weeks. "Why, love?" His gaze went to its neck where the cross -designed tattoo was struggling to slip. "Take off your t-shirt."

I got another chance with Linda and I couldn't help my curiosity to ask her about the inspiration behind the tattoo on her left shoulder, you should know me by now, I helplessly ask alot and my mum once said to me, 'Others will ask to be sure, you Helion would ask to death.' "I wanted to be a Bull, you know I never mentioned how I love it down here, but I was made an Alpha instead because my sister was already a Bull, the second commander in the marine force, five starship ago. I was obsessed with the green beret, till now regardless of the pains it cost me, so I had to mark it in." I wanted to know about her sister because she never mentioned her unlike Julius who would always want to talk

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

The once beautiful canvas of his phoenix tattoo is now topped with another set of prints that aren’t part of the art I admired. With blurry eyes, I tumbled out of bed and kneeled between his legs. There, a heartbreaking sight of bullet and knife scars met my gaze. On his right chest, the Outlaws’ insignia was marked with an X. I’m sure a knife did it from the smooth edge of the scar. And on his left side were two bullet wounds, barely missing his liver. But below his left breast, the words ‘corazón para la muñeca’ were written in cursive writing. [heart for the doll]

"All the brigadiers and lieutenants have arrived, Pakhan. They all are waiting for you. As per your order, the official tattoo artist is here too." Aleksandr nodded while Aria frowned at the information. "Tattoo artist?" She asked her husband. "Yes, if you had been my wife only, there would have been no need for a tattoo but you want to be a power partner. It means you are officially joining Bratva. This tattoo is going to be your crown, Aria. This is your last chance, if you want to back out do it now, because the tattoo is sacred. You have to wear it whole your life like a religious sign "

Dustin sneered. “Certainly not. If you tell me, I can leave one person alive, but if you don’t, I’m going to annihilate your entire family.” Brennan’s face turned grim, but in the end, he could only sigh. Then, he whispered, “I can tell you that the person who gave the orders that day was someone with a red spider lily tattoo on the back of his hand.” Dustin’s face froze. Some organizations used tattoos to mark their members. That was a very common thing.

I asked, boldly. “I'll find someone to get an Intel on Carlos, and if he's guilty, then it's perfect for me to settle a score with him,” Ferdinand stated. “He has an arms depot in Bangkok. I want you two to get in and help divert his merchandise to my men who will be waiting to pick it up.” “Why not do business with him?” Diego asked. “I'm not interested. He stole from me five years ago. I want a little petty revenge,” Ferdinand said and sipped his whiskey.

It was a little tattoo. The tattoo glittered, but only for a few moments, and then disappeared. When the fog and the tattoo vanished, Mr. Knudlac said: "Revelare!" A tattoo appeared on Johnny's arm depicting a miniature badger, standing on rear limbs, prepared to repel even the attack of a lion. This was the symbol of Johnny's Imperium magic. In addition, the new tattoo appeared too. It represented a sea monster, a Kraken that with two tentacles controlled rough stormy waves, with the others he controlled the calm sea, and with the other tentacles he controlled snow and ice.