Ignorant Tattoos Novels & Stories

The kind of eyes that could look at you, peel off every layer of your soul, and still find nothing worth keeping. He stood lazily leaning to the side, his grin never faltering once under my confused stare, his tall frame casting a shadow across the tiled floor. Sunlight from the wide windows hit the side of his neck, revealing the dark balm ink crawling up from under his shirt. Tattoo lines, shapes, and words snaked across his throat and hands. His skin was pale, almost ghostly against the black ink. And then, he smiled again. Not a friendly one. "Iñigo Gonzalez," he said, his voice smooth and deep, carrying that strange mix of amusement and warning. "César's..... friend."

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.

Henry looked at me quietly, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded human. “Where?” I lifted a finger and shakily pointed a little lower on my back, toward those faintly visible indentations. It was an extremely private and extremely sensitive place. “I… I want to tattoo it on my lower back.” The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Henry’s pitch-black pupils contract sharply, narrowing to needle points. The sudden sense of danger made my skin prickle. … “Whoa… Who’s excited?” “Lower back! So scandalous!”

He rasped, ignoring that he had frightened the living daylight out of me. "Why?" I asked, still panting. Sin halted in his tracks. I glimpsed a tattoo I hadn't noticed on his back. It was a wolf with the inscription Blue Moon written underneath. It was large and it covered half part of his back. I wonder why I hadn't noticed because he was shirtless earlier. It was because you were busy ogling him! Inner me jeered. I rolled my eyes and gazed back at him. "In as much as I detest you. I don't want to be blamed for your death. Also, you need to do as you are told without questioning me." He grunted, walking away from me.

Sure enough, a tiger head the size of a tennis ball was already perched on her beautiful back. "That's outrageous. Yes, is it time for a tiger tattoo? There are many other aesthetic images. Just watch out!" Uri's initial intention to write an apology to Gia for making her favorite motorbike sctrached was actually getting angry at Gia for recklessly making tattoos on his body. But it was Gia who would definitely ignore her, she rarely wrote a diary.

He looked at me through his mirror, the same angry glare plastered on his face as he turned around. As anticipated, he had tattoos on his stomach. On one side, he had a crown, on the other he had what looked like a date which of course I had no idea what was for. He then had a tattoo in the centre of his chest. He also had a smaller tattoo on his hip which looked too small for me to actually see what it was but there was another tattoo on the other side which was almost on his v line which might I add was very toned. The tattoo was a 'forgive' one in cursive writing.

I forced a smile and pointed at the tattoo on his chest. “Ah, this tattoo is for others to identify me, isn't it pretty?” That innocent smile again, why do I hate that smile so much now. I nodded and left. My head hurts, what's going on? The four words "I know everything" do not imply this. If he knew, why didn't he take the responsibility and silently observe me like that. In the last class, I couldn't absorb any words anymore. All I have in mind right now is that tattoo, Simon, Leo, and that fateful night.

A task she had neglected this past week, until today. She’d been at the library for a few hours searching for anything remotely about “self-appearing tattoos” and “burning tattoos.” The worst article stated that a person who had a tattoo suddenly appear was marked by the devil and was an instrument of evil. She discounted it, even though it still bothered her. She had never been one to think mean or evil thoughts, nor she had never done anything evil or mean to another person in her life. So, she reasoned, the description didn’t fit her situation.

,he answered. “Stupid people.If they’re hiding you,why would they even bother to put a tattoo on you if they’re protecting their surnames?It’s nonsense”,he added. “I have no idea,I have a tattoo”,she said curiously. “Seriously?”,he asked sarcastically. “It’s here.It’s hidden”,he said then touched the tattoo. “An infinity line with three lines below it”,he added describing the tattoo he saw. “Every Silvenia has a tattoo like yours but it was displayed.While yours was hidden”,he said. “Now I know why,You are Silvenia’s hidden treasure”,he added.

"But you are a tom. You know what I am better than I do." "I know what you were told you are. And if I were told enough times that I was, say, a Hare, I suppose I would believe it," Ink replied. He leaned back from where he had been examining Doll's tattoo. "Do you have any other Marks? Was your hair professionally done?" Ink frowned at Doll's lilac curls, pushing the escapees back from the no-fur's face. "Because if it was, I would sue the Marker."