Highschool Dxd Tattoo Novels & Stories

Luminous and ethereal in the moonlight. To hide the truth from her, Anna had a tattoo of crown done near her mark, Alexie, and Sofia on their wrists, and Rie on her chest where the heart was. They told her it was a symbol of their sisterhood. Which was partially true. They had sworn to smack Xavier on the head as payment for their sacrifice under the needle. "Well, maybe he is your prince charming, Mish?" She grinned at her to cheer her up, trying to lighten the mood. "He seemed familiar. Like I have seen him before." Her frown marred her delicate beauty.

I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back. "That's the tattoo? Seriously? I don't want it." I said and shook my head I don't want that tattoo because it's so ugly! "Me too, I don't want it." Augustin said as he touched the symbol on Hideo's back. "That's all Daddy Morfeo!" Hideo said as he faced us again.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

His eyes had the colour of silver, making him look like a demigod. His body built biceps were killing and he has the perfect height meant for a man. And in his arms, lies a Dragon tattoo boldly drawn on it. He was wearing an armless shirts, so his tattoo could obviously be seen. And his undercut hairstyle made him a complete dangerous handsome devil. Spooky gulped down hard, holding the hem of her blouse, looking so scared. She has been in the clan for three years now, but she was still not use to Axton's cold face. Among all the members of the clan, Spooky fears him the most.

she trailed off when Dre suddenly growled. “No, you don’t,” Dre growled furiously. “You wont dare to complete that, Joy Alien Stone. Now excuse my mate and me but we are needed somewhere else, especially away from Ms Nasty Butt right now,” he glared at Joy before grabbing an unwilling Xeon’s hand to go away. “Tat ? You have a tattoo ? Why did I never see it ?” Xeon frowned. “Maybe you were too busy staring at his small prick,” that was naughty, kickass girl- Joy.

Tessa says, honestly, that she feels like her crazy pregnancy hormones are making her look like a bitch right now. "My childhood friend has changed," Hardin whispers in a small but still audible whisper to Tessa. "What do you mean?" Tessa knits her eyebrows together as she's confused by Hardin's words. Hardin pulls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals the scar that Tessa once discussed. Not only that, Hardin also takes off his shirt, revealing the tribal tattoo that runs down his muscles to his shoulder. Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot.

Kareena says as she and Azura enter the room, holding drinks. “I’m a big boy now, Uncle Dan. I’m not a kid anymore.” Corrado states. It’s the holidays and the reason that he’s allowed to be out there for a short while longer. “Twenty minutes Cherub, then you've got to go to bed too, ok?” Azura says, placing the drinks on the table. She looks fucking fine… She got a tattoo a couple days ago, the biggest one she has so far. It’s about three inches by three inches long on her left thigh. It’s a little family of voodoo dolls. There are two little voodoo dolls with the names Leo and Azura above them. They’re holding the hands of two mini voodoo dolls. One is a little larger and one is a tiny baby

Light spilling out. I move closer, staying in the shadows. And then I see him. Dante is at a sink, washing blood off his hands. His hair is wet—he must have showered. Water droplets are running down his bare back. His scarred back. With FARFALLA tattooed down his spine in elegant script. My name. My nickname. Permanently etched into his skin. I swallow hard, my eyes tracing the letters. Tracing the scars around them. Evidence of everything he survived. Everything he endured.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.