Highschool Dxd Tattoo Novels & Stories

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

replied Zivon. After staring at the special tattoo for a while, Xavia couldn’t help but mutter, “…Honestly, I would have never imagined a prestigious man like you getting a tattoo… Though it feels a little out of place, it simultaneously looks good on you…” Raising a slight brow, Zivon then held her hands as he said, “Such tattoos look much better when they’re covered in sweat, you know…? Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to show you once my injuries have healed…”

As I’m sliding them on, Jack walks into the backyard and I freeze when I see the snake tattoo up his side, the skull on his left peck and the scorpion on the other one. Individually these tattoos are fairly common, but how many people have all three in those same spots? Because JackDaddy21, my highest paying client, does. And his name is Jack. There’s no fucking way that’s a coincidence. No no no no no no. This is not happening. I’m gonna vomit.

Jose's voice interrupted the conversation as he appeared near the door, his hand starting to lift the cold canned drink he had taken from the refrigerator in the main room. "Jose is right," Denis replied. "I'm quite sensitive when it comes to my parents. My life isn't as good as yours, so enjoy, Gabriel." "Listen, Gabriel. It would help if you made a good impression when you returned from this place because you're learning directly from the expert. The tattooist next to you is the teacher of all teachers." "Really?" Gabriel forgot his pain again. "Is Denis also willing to do my schoolwork?" Jose laughed while Denis smiled amusedly. The teenager before him was too innocent but dared to color

she whispered. A doctor walked in, a nurse at his heels. The nurse flashed me a genuine loving smile and started checking the IV drip connected to my arm. The doctor patiently waited for her to finish before he solemnly said, "My name is doctor McKay and well, you're quite a fighter, Rebecca. The bruise on your ear is superficial, but the one on your hand is quite deep so you're not permitted to use that injured arm. Did you take any drugs before you slept? " I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I forgot to." I said as quietly as I could. My mom's eyes bulged in surprise. The doctor wasn't surprised as he had probably heard worse. Doctor McKay frowned. "Really? There's a high amount of hallucinog

The teacher asked, with his tone soft and gentle instantly. Xander stood up from his desk and there was a dead silence. His figure was like a wall and there was a strong aura around him that sent shivers around everyone. His body was well-built with heavy muscles that could be seen through the school uniform. I could see the tattoo of a dragon and wolf on his arms. His torso was so huge it made his shirt tighten over his body. Each step he took was enough to send everyone shaking so hard. I looked up at his stony face and my heart skipped a beat. I never knew I could be this afraid, but I was losing control. The man in front of me was so fierce.

~Dex’s Point of View~ “My name is Dex, not even short for Dexter,” I state, as the female I now know as Dakota scoffs. The bold tattoo on the male next to her, tells me exactly who he is, and that I have to get him the fuck away from her. I’d carefully studied the top five would-be Alphas that would be here, and I know damn well he’s the worst. The fact that they know each other makes me sick. I’ll have to get to the bottom of that. Thankfully my pack is isolated, we don’t really have any enemies. But I know that isn’t the case for most.

Azrael and Hunter have the same matching tattoos. It is just an inscription in Greek. I begged my dad and after persuading him for months he allowed me have it. I replied the message. Guess I have a date this Saturday.

Until that little dare. They wanted me to get a real tattoo. Something small but edgy. A delicate crescent moon wrapped in thin, twisting vines, placed just above my right hip on my lower back. It would peek out under cropped tops and make me feel like I belonged. At least that’s what I kept telling myself on the drive over. The only problem was the artist. Jax—my stepbrother. Twenty-six, built like he bench-pressed motorcycles, covered in dark, aggressive ink that crawled up his arms and disappeared under the tight black t-shirts he always wore.

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “