Highschool Dxd Tattoo Novels & Stories

Lukas nodded, pulled the top edge of Scarlet's shirt down on her chest the slightest degree. I leaned over Xander, laid my head to his chest. His heart beat tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump against my ear. As I pulled back, I scented burning skin. I turned his head to the side. There, just like his brother and Taryk sported, was a new tattoo etching itself into his skin.

Of course, it's his dream, and his two friends Zia and Damon help him a lot. Without them, he is surely doomed. He didn't like getting into trouble, even though he had a face that screamed trouble, that is, he was built in all the right places, had a sleeve of tattoos on both hands, and had a lot of piercings on his ear. Of course, he has a Moon tattoo on the left side of his neck, which Moon Goodness has given him as a gift. When Elder told him about the tattoo, his heart shattered into a million pieces, and he became even more hateful of humans. It's his soulmate tattoo and his butterfly going to have the same tattoo, but she is already dead. Sebestian didn't remember much about her death,

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

“What is it?” I asked, a little nervous. “Darin used to mark his… girls. They will have a rose tattoo on their shoulder blade if they were part of what it was he was doing.” Jacob looked down at his feet and shifted uncomfortably. I’ve seen a few of those tattoos around but didn’t think much of it. “Thank you for telling me.” I said finally. Sherry nodded and her and Jacob walked out of our office. “What happens now?” Penny asked.

Always naked now. They found her in the hallway, still sleepy-eyed. Reid stepped forward first, temporary tattoo pen in hand—black ink, fine tip. He knelt, pressed her back against the wall, and lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. The pen moved in elegant, looping script just above her mound: Ours. The letters were small, precise, curling like calligraphy. When he finished he blew softly across the ink to set it, then pressed a kiss to the center of the word.

Yup, the caught the girls checking our guys out too. “Oh, I love your tattoo,” Xiotchi says, pointing at Damien’s mate mark. Bren responds to her, and I can hear the warning in her tone, “Thanks, I designed it and he designed mine.” Bren couldn’t very well say she gave it to him when she marked him. These kids smelled like humans. “Well, they are very beautiful. I have never seen anything like it before,” she says, unfazed by Bren’s tone. Once all the pleasantries are out of the way and they have all settled in chairs around us, the conversation flows easily. The newcomers all order drinks and soon we are all laughing and enjoying the evening despite the tense start.

He said, his voice teasing but soft, understanding my pain, reading through it. I froze when his hand brushed mine, warm and certain, taking the bracelet gently. Xavier turned my wrist slightly, his thumb tracing the delicate skin there before he fastened the clasp with a soft click. “All done,” he said quietly, his breath brushing the side of my neck. “Thank you,” I murmured, not trusting my voice to hold steady. “You’re welcome.” He said as I extended my hand to the jewelry box, wanting to pull my earring.

"Please, sir. Touch me harder." He lit the candle, held it high. Hot wax dripped on my breasts—first drop stung, then warmed. I arched, moaning. More drops, patterning my skin red and white. Pain bloomed into heat, my nipples throbbing under the wax. He peeled some off gentle, then sucked the spots raw. His shirt came off during—tattoos fully out now. Dragons coiled around skulls, dark ink covering his chest and arms. Scars underneath some, faint lines. I stared, cuffed hands straining. "Your tattoos... they're beautiful."

The tattoo of the phoenix is there on his skin, and there's that long gash that has healed in a jagged manner. "Check closely," Rhydar tells me, and I suck in a breath through my teeth, placing a hand on his back. He shivers when my fingers graze his skin, trailing along the tattoo and down his spine. "It's not there," I finally croak, and he sighs. I can't feel relieved yet. The sigil might be on his ass for all I care. Rhydar chuckles. "Wanna check?" My face heats up, and he smiles, reaching out to hold my hand.

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.