Initial D Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

He finally faced me and it was me who rolled my eyes this time. “Not until you have a Latina mother” He mounted his bike before riding swiftly to the door. “I thought they were the ones cool with it. Let me show you mine” He tossed the bike aside before running inside. A smile washed off my face as i gasped. “You got a tattoo. Come on it’s only been three weeks. What were you going to do next?” I asked as he slowly lifted his shirt. “This, right here” His lips pressed together as i narrowed my eyes at the initials before figuring it out, that they were mine. He tattooed my initials on the side of his chest. He wasn’t that fat so you could see his ribs from the side but he was built.

He almost made me kiss his wrist when he showed me a new tattoo. A diamond with four sides. Every side has a letter. I read it. Brit. I creased my forehead then looked at him with a clueless face asking for an explanation. "Initials of our first names. The members of the photography team. Boston. Rhyme. Isla. Thunder." "All boys?" I clarified since the name Isla sounded so feminine and we haven't talked much about his work. Rhyme shook his head. "Thunder is a girl," he corrected my assumption in my head.

“We’ll get back a bit later.” “What are you doing?” “You’ll see.” I decided to get a tattoo of our initials like Jude’s, and the artist worked on mine first because it was a quick job. “Have you guys had dinner yet?” he asks. “No.” “Is Chinese okay?” “Yeah.” “Alright,” he says. After a short pause, he asks, “You guys are not doing anything illegal, are you?” I chuckle. “Have a little faith in the man, will you?” “What’s he saying?” Cole asks.

I said. “ No baby. Tank is doing yours. He does all the ol’e lady marks. We don’t trust anyone else. Mark can do mine. He does good work.” Viper said. Tank wipes off my shoulder and the top part of my chest. “ Sabine, since this is your first tattoo I’m going to walk you through it. It shouldn’t be painful. Just a mild burning sensation. If at any time you feel pain or need to stop just tell me. We will stop immediately and take a break.” Tank said. “ Thank you, Tank. I’m ready when you are.” I said. Tank got his tattoo gun ready, dipping it in black ink. He tells me he is going to start with the outline of the bike first and work his way out. I don’t question him. I don’t need to.

Maya waggled her brow at Jared as he stepped out of the dressing room, looking like a stereotyped bad boy and ticking off all the boxes with his denim jacket which was opened showing off chiseled muscleks and surprisingly a tattoo, though it was an inscription that puzzled her: I want to be your everything except but one thing, Your past. It was very poetic and in all the tats did do Justice to the whole bad boy imagery that was being projected. "Howdy," she taunted, adding a wave and stifling giggle for good measures. He groaned and she chuckled.

She couldn't deny it--Mark was now asserting his dominance over her, and she was loving it. Mark sensed his plan was headed toward a successful end. He continued to smoke the cigar as he rolled up his right shirt sleeve, revealing the tattoo he had inked on his arm two days earlier. It was the word "DADDY" with a smoldering cigar underneath it. Mark thought he'd lost his mind when he had this permanent display put on his body. Now that he believed he was going to get what he wanted so desperately, he felt like a genius.

Sofia could only imagine the pain he must have endured to get such a significant tattoo in that location. Overwhelmed by emotions, she looked up at Leonardo's face. He was watching her intently, biting his lip, and holding his breath, anxiously awaiting her reaction. With her heart pounding, she returned her gaze to the tattoo, tracing her finger gently over the beautifully curved letters of her name. The first 'S' was artfully curved at the bottom, forming a heart, while the last 'A' extended into the shape of a heartbeat. The design was exquisite, and Sofia couldn't help but feel deeply touched by this display of affection.

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

“And a sea eagle. Your totem animal? Your mother saw a sea eagle when she did you feel for the first time that you were moving in your womb? Another nod. “Yes, I got the tattoos when I was fifteen, getting in touch with my roots. “Hmm. You were too young to make a decision like that. I bet you asked permission from your parents. Absentmindedly, she pulled the sleeping mask off her head and ran her fingers through her hair. - No. They fought a lot and said that I was an idiot and that I would regret this until the end of life. "And did you regret it?" Damien shook his head firmly in denial. He wasn't a guy who talked with spirits the way its protagonist Kalti did, but those tattoos had faded.