Highschool Dxd Tattoo Novels & Stories

The spot was right above where he always grabbed me. I was dazed until the tattoo gun buzzed loud. Before I could protest, it was right on my skin and goddamnit did It hurt more than I thought. I kept feeling sharp little stings over and over. Damon sat next to me holding my hand. Every time I winced he rubbed his thumb on my palm. Almost gentle like a caring boyfriend he was definitely not cut out for. “Almost done,” he cooed softly. “Looks good.” When it was finished the artist covered it with some plastic. Damon paid and then we left. In the truck I lifted my shirt and looked. Small dark letters. “D.K.” was stuck right on my skin. Permanently. Forever.

his tone is wicked as he nuzzles my neck, his hand moving to trace the tattoo, another one on his neck. It’s a large black wolf, surrounded by a full moon with my initials, R.S His tattoo on me had the initials H.S for Hades Solomon. “What’s your relationship with Damien Shadow?” he suddenly growled, “do I have to warn him away from you? Do I have to challenge him to a duel?” He's serious. There's jealousy in his voice. I laughed out loud, surprising him, and shook my head. “I guess I can tell you now. Damien Shadow is my biological brother.”

~~~Next morning~~~ It was a few minutes past 5 am when Xavier walked out of his bathroom with a black towel wrapped around his lean waist. The droplets of water glistened on his well-toned muscles as the water slid down his sculpted torso, disappearing into the V-shaped waistline of his body. There was an intricate crown tattoo on his chest with a bullet wound below it, a stark reminder of danger and survival. The contrast between the beauty of the tattoo and the harshness of the injury created a compelling image, drawing in one's curiosity to unravel the deeper meaning behind this poignant juxtaposition.

she asked them referring their tattoos. It took them a while before Hakyi answered. "A warrior tattoo." "Are they? Must hurt a lot having it painted in your skin." "Why you say so?" Osiris asked. "Aren't tattoos painted through needles?" she asked them. They nodded. "You know I remember when I was in high school, the rebel stage of being a youth. My dad had literally whooped my ass with his morning newspaper when I told him and mom that I would get myself a tattoo. I was scared when he literally forgot reading news and decided to chase me around the house while shouting 'Yah Daeira Park! Get back here or I will disown you!'." Daeira laughed so loud at the recollection while Hakyi and Osiris

All three of the were covered in a light sheen of sweat that highlighted their muscles, their tattoos seemed to dance and move under the low light. I partially sat up, my hands reaching out to trail over the hard planes of their chests and shoulders, the coarse hair that sprouted there sending shivers down my spine. "You're so perfect," I breathed, leaning in to capture Kane's lips in a kiss while my hands explored Dax's broad back and Xander's wolf tattoo across his bulging pec. My lips moved from mouth to mouth, their tongues dueling with mine, and the taste of them, the feel of their hands on me, had my core throbbing on an entirely new level. Dax's hands found my thighs, pushing them apa

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

I scrambled the rest of the way down and knelt beside him. His eyes fluttered open as I turned him on his side, checking his wounds. And that’s when I saw it. The scar. A crooked line just below his collarbone. It wasn’t the scar that chilled me. It was the tattoo inked over it: a faded anchor and the letters KD—Kian Davenport. No one should’ve had that mark but me. I pulled his shirt down further. My breath caught in my throat. The same birthmark. Same shape. Same place.

Xander replied. “It’s Claire you moron! But since you don’t want to see her. It’s fine, we will leave now!.” Alissa screamed. Immediately after she finished talking, Xander came out of his room. “I thought you won’t come out. I will leave you both to talk things out”. Alissa said and excused herself. Xander and I stood looking at each other. As much as I tried not to look at his body, I couldn't help it. He is not wearing any shirt. His chest and muscular arms are bare to me. I must admit he has a fine body, he must really work out a lot. He has a wolf head tattoo on the upper part of his chest. I don’t understand what their obsession with wolves is. From the water fountain, the painting hun

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"