Gotenks Ghost Tattoo Novels & Stories

he suppressed his anger and reprimanded Woody. Ginger looked confused too. She didn't understand why they had to fight each other. Woody said, "This woman is a mole." "What?" Both Gerald and Ginger were dumbstruck. Woody pointed at the bodies on the ground. "All of them have scorpion-shaped tattoos on their bodies. You can have a look." Gerald's men then went up to check. "Mr. Whitlock, there is indeed a tattoo on the bottom of this man's neck. "The tattoo of this killer is on his waist!

(ATLAS' POV - IN RHEA'S BODY) Among them, one stood out with a tattoo decorating his furless toned abs, a stark contrast to his fur-covered companions. Its color, a dark hue—blue? Purple? Anything that wasn't exactly black. Wait... I had seen that symbol before. The memory of my death, where my chest was forcefully split, somehow crept up to my current body. It was Geisterfell's insignia. The realization dawned like a bitter sunrise: these werewolves were from Geisterfell…

The gun stayed in my ear. “What?” “I love it when my girls act innocent,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. I looked at the exposed part of his chest. A tattoo. Black ink curled over the left side of his chest. I knew that symbol. Everyone knew that symbol. There had been warnings, articles, whispered rumors. The mark of Giordano's family. I felt the blood drain from my face. “I hope you keep it up when I fuck you so har d—because you’re mine now,” he finished.

And why do I believe in him so much. "It will be dangerous." Gael looked at the clock, he was still with a cigarette in his mouth, then he stood up. Damn, Gael looks a lot like a gangster member, because he wears a black man suit and a white shirt with the top 3 buttons unbuttoned. Because it shows his tiger tattoo, and since when did he have a tiger tattoo? Even though his original form was a western tiger, but still this was too much for him. In fact, I have no intention of getting a dragon tattoo for the future.

His. And he, my blade-wielding fury, my war-forged shadow, he was mine. The storm had passed, but the fire between us still glowed, banked low but unextinguished. I rolled onto my side, fingers tracing the tattoo along his ribs, the one I'd never seen before now. An old glyph. The sigil of the Hollow. "What does it mean?" I asked softly. He glanced down, then smiled faintly. "It means rebirth."

He had a white wolf tattooed on the side of his neck. ​"Romanov," I breathed, the "Secret Genius" in me already mapping out the breach. "They didn't send an army, Dante. They sent a Ghost Team. They’re already inside the air vents." ​Dante grabbed my arm, hauling me back toward the center of the living room. He didn't look scared. He looked insulted. ​"Mine," he growled. It wasn't a mouthed word this time. It was a low, guttural vibration that rumbled from his chest.

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

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

Mark tensed. Brian rolled his eyes. “I need to get dressed. I’ll be gone before you know it, and then you two can continue doing whatever it was you were about to do.” “Um, wait. I…” Mark untangled himself from Trey’s embrace and pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket. He spread it across the dresser. It was a drawing of Brian’s and Trey’s guitars crossed at the necks with Sinners’ band logo above the V-shape. “I’m going to have this tattooed across my back and I wanted to include your signatures under the guitars. A tribute to my favorite guitarists.” He glanced at Trey nervously and quickly averted his gaze to settle on Brian. “You guys rock. I absolutely idolize you. I want to be yo

Last night, he had stayed up night trying to make himself believe Calista isn't Lucia Profaci. Just as Waylen had said, they'd be thousand of girls who will have to same butterfly tattoo so it's normal for her to also have that tattoo. After all, John Gotti said it's a red butterfly and it's on her back. But that's the opposite of what he saw on Calista. Still, he wanted to confirm who she really is before he eventually believes he have assumed the wrong thing. And he hopes she's not Profaci. It'd be a total disaster to both Chase and every single one.