Itachi's Eyes Tattoo Novels & Stories

He had raven black hair that I first thought were dreads at first glance but then I realized they were actually neatly made thick braids that breached down to his ribs, and covered his round face. He also had almond shaped eyes like the Asian looking small brute behind me, the only difference was this guy had silver–red eyes. Ripped leather black pants with only a silky robe–like jacket he had on. Why wasn't he wearing any shirt? His entire brown chest was consumed with red ink of a flame illustration up to his collarbone, from there was a simple swirl of red and black spider tattoo on the side of his neck then a red ink of three small spheres in triangular formation on his forehead.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

"He said he will arrive by 6:30 with his new toy. Don't worry about her, Lu hates her so much, he just wants to keep her as collateral damage" Alita froze, her lungs seems too cold to breathe as her heart pound faster as if it would explode. She needs to get to Rocco fast but who would she say she saw or what his name is, the only thing she noticed is that he has a tattoo at the back of his palm, in-between his thumb and index finger. A familiar tattoo but with the hint of something extra, it looks like two doves glued together but in different colors. Alita sat restlessly, she kept going to pee as Felicia and another lady she had never seen dressed her for the party. Her straight hair was c

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

The two noticed it was only Yamato. Without his cloak Yamato's heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The most notable tattoos were the kanji on his left arm that read "Even humans can be gods" while on his right it was a man climbing a spider's thread. He was wearing a tight black shirt, black gloves, and black pants. His face had a stern expression that seemed almost frozen with how stiff it was. "Where are the others?" Peter asked. 'You'd think he was a grim with that outfit.' Oliver thought.

When she flicked her gaze to him, he gave her a smile to alleviate her nerves. Sakura sighed in response and returned his smile. She also didn’t miss the fact that he was extremely hot with his dark hair in a messy style, wearing a pair of loose white trousers and a white shirt that was left unbuttoned, showing off his toned chest and six-pack abs. Not to mention the tattoo on his chest, featuring the sakura flowers and the word snow. Her eyes lingered on the tattoo as her heart began to race and her stomach fluttered deliciously. When she lifted her gaze back to his face, she noted the dark passion exuding from those beautiful mauve-gray eyes of his.

His mouth was sinful in that lazy, careless way—full lower lip, sharper upper, currently pressed into a line that said nothing and everything all at once. And his eyes. They were not fully human. Too bright. Too intense. A colour that might have been amber in daylight, but here, in the half-dark, seemed to hold embers. No glow, not like the Beast. But the memory of that molten fire echoed in them. Something in their depths moved when he blinked, like banked coals shifting under ash. Her heart stuttered. No. Her gaze snagged on the ink. A swirling tattoo painted his right arm from shoulder to wrist—black sigils twisting over his bicep, winding down his forearm. It didn’t stop there. The marks

There, right between his neck and shoulder, a black tattoo spread like roots creeping down to his chest, which was still covered by that layer. That pattern... was exactly like the photo Elliot had shown me earlier that afternoon. The Black Lotus core membership tattoo. I looked up, meeting his eyes. He was calm, but for the first time, I felt the mask crack. There was a flicker of tension beneath his cool exterior. "So you finally saw it, Vance."

The tattoo artist asked Julie Williams what design she wanted. Julie turned to me with a faint smile on her face. “What did Annie choose? Maybe I’ll borrow some inspiration from her.” I remained silent. Zach Cross answered for me. “Give her the rose.” The tattoo artist froze for a moment. The tattoo pen in his hand hovered over the stencil. “Mr. Zach, that design was custom-made for Miss Annie. By tradition, the Godmother’s tattoo can only be placed on—”

No. He wouldn't. "Crew! When I do this, start running to the ship. I'll distract them," Thane demanded, pulling away from me. I fisted my hand in his shirt, but that didn't stop him. "I love you. Trust me, sweetheart." "I love you, too." I released his shirt. He yanked it off, the tattoo beneath his skin swirling and bursting, encasing him in a thick iridescent hide. Scales glittered in the sunlight that shone through the windows.