Heavens Gates Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

" ..... Humm.... guess that only happens when Misaki says it. Anyway! Between the worst kind of evil demonic being and human's best-trained soldiers in the world are the 4 gates to Zakheaven. The best of the best soldiers in all 5 Kingdoms guard the first gate to Zakheaven beyond that! The second gate which is filled with Leighdal's most fearsome and dangerous Level 10 monsters. If you survive to the third gate it would lead you to the dark maze where every failed experiment Misaki ever created roams..... After that Nightmare and only then you'll reach the final gates of Zakheaven...the abyss. .... a dark pit that reaches the core of the world where the most terrible beasts are just dying to

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

Enveloped in a dazzling light of blessing that twisted and bound us together, we were suddenly transported to a realm where the sky stretched endlessly above and the sea sprawled vast and unending below. It was as if we were standing on water, solidified beneath our feet, and before us stood three magnificent gates, their surfaces painted in the brightest of blues, shimmering under the sunlight. Each gate bore inscriptions at the top of its grand doors, etched in ancient text that I recognized immediately: "Present, past, future."

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

“Because it’s Hades realm and the god of the underworld is Agron’s brother…plus there is the simple fact that most of hell’s foundation is pure black obsidian, enough obsidian to temporarily render her powerless” “Fuck! How do we get to hell?” Jayden had asked. “There are a few gates scattered around the world. But I would have to ask around if anyone has heard anything and also about the location of the gates.” He had said. It took us another three days to come up with a war plan and to also locate the gates of hell. There really wasn’t much of a plan no matter how we went about it. The only one we had was to use the element of surprise.

A body made for war. "Let’s start from the back," he said, turning. I dragged my gaze over the designs. He started with the skull, the first tattoo he ever got—at eleven—after his first kill. It was massive, covering most of his upper back, though other ink had been added over time. "The woman’s face over the skull, to the left," he pointed, "that’s my mother. And the dove beneath it signifies her demise." His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it.

It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.

Whispers of celestial winds carried echoes of the celestial reunion that awaited them in the vast expanse. In the heart of the celestial gateway, an ethereal platform materialized—a cosmic stage that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding. Symbols and constellations adorned this sacred space, glowing with a luminous brilliance that seemed to encode the very essence of their celestial connection. The energies within the cosmic gateway pulsed with a harmonious resonance, beckoning the reunited souls to step further into the celestial unknown.