Invincible Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

His body doesn’t seem like a nineteen-year-old high schooler but they look like someone who is just matured enough. I can see his back inked with the beautiful pair of doves sitting on a tree. With his personality, it looks absolutely absurd to see him with tattoos of the dove. Aren’t the dove the peace-loving birds? Why would be they inked on a guy who hates the peace and always want violence in his life?

The door to his room was half open and I could see him changing, he was muttering something while undoing his shirt and revealing my greatest desire, I stood there, my body leaned against the door frame as I cross my arm and look at his perfect muscled body, His back was facing me as he rummaged through the closet to find a t-shirt, my lips voluntarily curved as I imagine my lips on those babies, Without any layer not only I could see the perfect mysteries but now his tattoo was also fully exposed, I drool my eyes at the first tattoo he had on his shoulder blades; two wings, one broken, the other hand stitches to support it, there was a phrase written in cursive that said " Love cures Poison

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

I say as I enter inside and sit on the bench over there and wait for him to call her. He is talking on the phone. I can see he is telling her that I am involved in some fight caused due to a girl. Can he stop saying that? Why would he say that I am involved with a girl? She is just my friend? Arghhhh!!! I see around and see that there is another guy over there. He has the weird tattoo pierced on the right side of his neck. I have never seen a tattoo like that. I guess it’s an archaeopteryx with an anger in his eyes. Why would someone want to ink that weird bird on their body?

He was surprised to see that Arnold could even summon a black dragon with it. He had never heard of any sect that had the magical power of using tattoos to summon the behemoths in ancient myths to fight for them. Moreover, this giant-like beefy man was covered with absurd dark cyan tattoos. If all of his tattoos were like this, wouldn't he be able to summon endless behemoths that only existed in myths and legends to fight for him? If he could summon the legendary Divine Four Beasts, he would be practically invincible. The black dragon swung its tail, which whacked Ding Hao's back, sending him flying.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

" Yes of course." " Okay, get ready cause is long..." He said why putting down his food. " Okay firstly, I have one on my chest a wing tattoo which signifies liberty for me. On my forearm, the word GO is written in capital letters cause I love traveling. On my right bicep a big moon representing darkness, on my thorax a rose surrounded with thorns representing the lovely but difficult relationship with my mom. Here,( showing me his left hand) three birds on the back of my left hand representing freedom of choice. On my left-right arm my name written in Chinese, this one, I have done it in Japan during one of my trips. On my left palm a roaring lion representing power. On my right middle fing

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.