Itachi's Eyes Tattoo Novels & Stories

He felt me tighten around him and knew I was close. "Baby, I want your eyes." I opened them for him and stared deep into his soul. His pace increased. His body constricted, and I toppled over the brink of ecstasy with Gray. Completely spent, I rolled over and stroked the tattoo that always caught my attention. "What does this stand for?" He winked at me and said, "It's Japanese for stallion."

I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back. "That's the tattoo? Seriously? I don't want it." I said and shook my head I don't want that tattoo because it's so ugly! "Me too, I don't want it." Augustin said as he touched the symbol on Hideo's back. "That's all Daddy Morfeo!" Hideo said as he faced us again.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

He moves closer, stopping when he is nestled between my legs, his rock hard cock poking at my entrance deliciously. Softly, I run my fingers over his muscled shoulders, down his rock hard biceps, over his forearms, and back up. When I reach his shoulders once again I run my hands down over his chest, taking in every muscled ridge of his body. My fingers falter when I notice the tattoo placed lovingly over his heart. Okami. I place a kiss over the tattoo, receiving a groan of approval from Kenji. “I got this tattoo to remember our time in your parent’s garden.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers of awareness through me.

A tattoo in myths and legends, and it was being shown right in front of the group. Alphas are naturally conservative about their tattoos. Usually only their mate would see it. And for some reason, Juliette wanted to conceal it from everyone's view, she wanted it to be for her eyes only. But she was strong; she just sat patiently. He stood squarely in front of everyone, beckoning their eyes to his. Juliette let her eyes wander over his ripped abdominal muscles, and tan skin. And he was looking at her. Silver eyes, enchanting as ever. She swallowed an lowered her gaze to the floor.

Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands" My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.

I say in a strong voice. I wasn’t expecting much to happen, given I’m not a nagata, but that was probably foolhardy on my part because as soon as I was finished taking my oath, my left arm began to burn just like Mei’s had. I grit my teeth and lift my sleeve just in time to watch a tattoo forming on my arm, but it’s nothing like Mei’s. On my arm appears an iridescent black and brown wolf with a black and gold snake coiled around it, not in a threatening way but like the two are unified. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life and based on the look of shock on Qiang and Nuo’s faces, I think it’s safe to say neither have they. I guess this is what happens when you become the first mutolupu

Grandma Elowene’s voice drifted through through the steam, quiet and satisfied. “First binding always leaves a mark, dragă. The eyes are yours now. Forever. The vein likes its Receivers to wear its color.” I touched the two silver-scabbed punctures just below the spiral tattoo. Julian’s teeth marks looked like crescent moons. My ruby eyes looked like I’d been born with them. I shut the water off. The color stayed. Downstairs, Mom dropped a spatula when I walked into the kitchen wearing my Lakeside Rams hoodie, platinum hair dripping, eyes the exact shade of fresh blood.

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

The scars on his left arm were perfectly concealed, but… His bloodshot eyes locked on mine as he reached out with his left hand, gripping my throat. "My tattoo… It's your face."