Gaara Head Tattoo Novels & Stories

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

"Is this the place, Mana-san pestered us about?" A deep voice that made all heads turn to the back. He was as tall as Hagihara, his body more muscular than any kid here, there were snippets of tattoos peeking out onto his neck from his long-sleeved grey shirt. With a bald head and pierced eyebrows... ah, this guy... There's no way he's a high schooler... "...Betelgeuse?" I muttered. "You know them?" Shirai glanced at me.

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

Gaara lamented in regret. I started laughing and said, "well you caused it for yourself, although this was a waste of time but it was fun while it lasted." He then snapped his fingers and Kurt appeared. "Where am I?" Kurt asked and turned around. He then saw me and said, "oh, you made it here, I see." He then bowed down immediately and said, "I greet you almighty Lord Gaara!" "How did you do that?" I asked in awe. "He is a B type Mermaid and a friend of mine, it was easy to summon him with just a snap.

I have a faint recollection of him saying he’s also the Gamma, something that I should be so proud of him for, but I can’t care about it right now. I move on autopilot and follow them, not even phased that Mase is still buck naked. He seems completely comfortable and unphased by it. I have to imagine he did that in some way to have a dick measuring contest with Javed. Most males would have at least put on shorts by now. Everytime I get a glimpse of his back I see the massive pack tattoo that pretty much takes up the entire thing. I know that all pack members get the emblem but females usually get tiny ones no bigger than a coaster. Jeez that had to hurt!

Milkyway Galaxy, outside the solar system A young man with symmetrical and sharp facial features stood in front of a small group of ten. His hair was white as was the beard he let grow in both sides of his cheek and his jaw. On both sides of his head, his ears looked as if covered by a seal, and long antennas stretched from them reaching an inch above his head. He had his right hand resting on the left part of his chest and on it was the beautiful life-like tattoo of a white lotus.

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

I know he wouldn't agree. "I'm hoping you can tell me something that I don't know about myself," I say uneasily, shifting in my seat. This Gaze reader has a completely shaved head, incoherent patterns tattooed all across his skin. It's only highlighted by the golden jewellery hanging from his lips, nose, eyebrows and ears.

I chuckle and turn around. " Yeah , yeah , i get it. Kennedy gift it to me on my last birthday. I sorta liked it." He smiles and turns around. There's a ghetto like picture at the back. It's just a head shot and he's got Arabic tattoos on his neck and a stick of cigarette on his mouth. Carter is spelt on top of the picture. Its beautiful and I bet that picture is kinda Gray. Gray turns around and shrugs. " She's a psycho." He says.

Garren lifted his arm, reaching for the back of his shirt as he pulled it over his head. I forgot how to breathe as I took in Garren's bare chest. His muscles flexed with each movement sending heat to my core. My heart skipped a beat as I was gifted the full view of his tattoo. A dragon sat on each shoulder, their tails wrapping around his biceps as they breathed fire toward his heart. Words and symbols of a different language were woven into the scales of each dragon. My fingers twitched, and the overwhelming need to run my fingers over the intricate designs had me curling my fingers into fists and taking a step back.