Itachi Tattoo Crow Novels & Stories

Her face concealed behind a white yashmak with a little trinket around her neck and the letter ‘J’ emblem on her right shoulder as she folded her arms under her copious chest. “It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area.

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

On his chest was black insignia tattooed on it with a silver crown wrapped in thorns. Jax went completely still which made cold spread slowly through my chest. “What is that?” I asked. He looked up at me slowly, and somehow his expression frightened me more than the attack itself. “That,” he said quietly, “is the Kingshade mark.”

I bite my lip as I take in his bare chest, the tattoos on him look like they were inked by a god. Each of his existing tattoos are flawless, the one that catches my attention every time is the crown tattoo, I have never seen any like it. The crown has a flame where the biggest stone on it should be placed and it burns brightly in my vision everytime I see it, as if it were a 4D tattoo. I always feel like I have seen it somewhere before, like I know what it represents and I have the clean sheet to the history of the tattoo on my fingertips but it slips away everytime. My second favourite is his sleeve tattoo, it is a tribute to his sisters.

Her nod was weak. My mind was half on her and the other half was on something else. I had noticed something on the attacker's body. It all happened fast but I still noticed it. And that was the image of the crow tattoo on the attacker's axe. It was something distinct to only the Crow family and I had seen it on the axe. It made me worry. There was no other axe like that in the world yet, it was distinct to Blake Crow, it was the mark of his clandestine organization, the symbol of his control and power. And he and Anthony only used that mark.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

She seems to like lying that way. From the angle she is laying I can see her mating mark. I remember seeing three wolves with crowns above their heads looking at the moon before I added my mark. Now beside a wolf I believe is Arya is a man with a pale face dressed in black. Me. I have a crown above my head as well. It is truly beautiful. If others outside our world were to see it, they would think it was a tattoo. They would never know the meaning behind it. I haven’t looked at mine yet though I am curious. I want to get a look at Ryan's and Luther’s.

Some in memory of the lives I was forced to take and others to remind me why I was here, why I was so dark and hollow inside. Two tattoos held more meaning than the rest, though. The first is the crest for the Bloodstone pack. It sat just above my heart. Two wolves howled at the moon on opposite sides of a sword that sunk between a crown and shield—roses growing around the tip of the blade.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.