Itachi Sharingan Tattoo Novels & Stories

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

I wanted to caress that ink on his bicep and his sinewy forearms. “Join me.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My gaze dropped to what was peeking through his boxers—his tattoo. I moved forward so he could sink in behind me. “The tattoo you have there is interesting.” “It’s inked out of fun.” “What does it mean?” I knew it was written in Japanese. “Keizoku w* chikara nari. Something like, don’t give up.” “I like it.” “Thanks. You’re killing me, you know,” he said with a groan as he joined me. He settled himself in, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He then wrapped his arms around me.

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 unknown young man shouted to the girl. “Stop this, both of you!” Tohya shouted at the same exact moment that the young man did. Yuri can only stare at the young man before noticing the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck, and her gaze went down to his left hand where there was a Hati bracelet wound around his wrist with the Roman numeral of two engraved on the silver crescent moon pendant. ‘A Phantom? Then that means…’

My gaze sharpened. “This slave is useless,” I said coldly. “He bit his own tongue to keep silent.” I lifted the file slightly, angling it toward Alpha Dorian and Elder Henry, my finger tapping the image. “But this sign... What does it mean?” Alpha Dorian leaned forward and pointed at the image, his finger hovering just above the page. The tattoo was shaped like a jagged thunderbolt, carved in flesh. “When I first saw it,” Alpha Dorian said gravely, “I felt I had seen it before. So, I consulted the ancient history scrolls.”

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.

Octavius said while chuckling but his face turned serious afterward. “Do you know where they come from?” Antonio asked with a frown. “I don’t know as I even got my men in our of the security agencies in here but I choose from the grandmasters in the martial arts but hers are way more powerful than mine. Although I don’t know which company they are from, I know that they have a phoenix tattoo on the left side of their shoulder, on their backs,” he said and both Anabelle and Antonio took deep breaths. “What’s wrong?” Amanda asked as she couldn’t understand their behavior.

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

He asks me. I looked closely at the bodies laid down on the ground. At the nape of one of the dead men was a tattoo I very well knew. The tattoo of a scorpion was the well known signature look of the small gang group that owned a few part of creshore, Japan. I didn't know what business they would have with me but I'm going to find out. "The feds will be pulling up soon," I said as I put back my gun where it belonged "you should go."