Gambit Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

Caspian touched my arm and guided me toward someone near the right wall, an older man who shook his hand and spoke to him in a low voice about something I couldn’t hear over the crowd noise. I turned toward the ring. Two fighters in masks. The one closest to me was moving fast and technical, the kind of fighter who had been doing this for a long time. I watched him for a moment, the movement, the precision of it. Then he turned. His back faced me fully for a moment under the light. The tattoo. Dark geometric lines spreading from the lower back upward, angular at the center and loosening at the edges, climbing toward the shoulder blade in a pattern I had traced with my own fingers in a dim be

"I haven't even started with you. Why are you wearing the gown I designed especially for Evelyn? "Do you realize how awful it looks on you?" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "It really is her! I knew she looked familiar. I've seen her in magazines!" "I was thinking the same thing! She's the CEO and chief designer of Draper Atelier!" Daphne's face turned bright red. "I... I bought this dress!" Celeste gave a disgusted laugh. "You bought it? I still have the original sketches showing that I designed it for Evelyn. "Evelyn's name is embroidered inside the collar. You truly can lie without blinking."

I just shrugged and looked around the shop. I left Luke there and looked around at the walls where their designs were displayed. I will admit, their proposed samples for tattoos are great. There's Tribal or Polynesian tattoos that's inspired by the numbers of indigenous communities' beliefs and culture. There's Japanese that I believe is very rare these days, as well as the American traditional. I was also amazed with the samples of their Realism tattoos. Along with them are the New School and Watercolor which I think has something in common, they just look a little bit alike but you'll see the difference if you'll look at it closely.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves. My eyes slowly traced his tattoos the odd tribal patterns leading from his wrist up to his forearm up his biceps disappearing beneath his armor. Each new glimpse of his body sending my pulse through the roof. I could barely breathe with the way he was holding me so close to his chest. As I looked up at the face of my r

On the screen, I saw the same bird tattoo boldly drawn. "Yes, that's it! That's the tattoo I was referring to," I exclaimed. Camara looked at me and bowed her head. "This tattoo belongs to a gang leader in Texas," she revealed in a low tone. "His name is Fabian, a gang of assassins. He's usually used by powerful men to end the life of their greatest enemy at any time," Camara explained. I was confused, and my face showed it. "But who could be using him to attack Juliet now?" I wondered aloud.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

His eyes, an intense shade of dark gray, sparkled with the intensity of distant constellations, promising a journey into uncharted territories. Caleb's figure moved with a feral grace, a reflection of the untamed spirit that resided within him. His every step echoed the dance of shadows beneath the moon, a testament to a life unbound by conventional constraints. Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement.

For a moment, Gu Mocheng thought his eyes had been mistaken, but the truth stared him right in the face: a tattoo on the back left side of her waist. It was not odd for girls to have tattoos, especially girls with strong personalities like her. However, the tattoo’s design was one he really did not wish to see. A red crane flower bloomed enchantingly at her waist. It glowed especially brightly--vivid and dazzling. Gu Mocheng was not unfamiliar with this tattoo. It could be said that he was very familiar with it. That was because people with these tattoos were his arch enemies.