Japanese Centipede Tattoo Novels & Stories

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

That nagging feeling kept her awake for many hours only to sleep for a few hours and to be woken up by a nightmare. Stepping inside her cramped room, she immediately dressed up. And in front of a broken large mirror of her room, she stared at herself. Cent wore her infamous black long-sleeved dress paired with black stockings to cover her marked legs. On her fifteenth birthday, strange tattoo-like symbols started to appear around her legs and after three months of her fifteenth birthday, her both legs were surrounded with some weird skin marks. Cent seeks the help of a dermatologist, but this new type of skin disease was something that the dermatologist had yet to see. She tried to make a ta

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

He sat up and pulled his singlet up to reveal the large tiger tattoo taking up his whole back. “You look like a real gangster…” Cory huffed. Reese shrugged. “Nothing that can be seen when wearing a shirt…” “Hmm…I guess…still it makes you look like an old Japanese gangster or something…” “I’ve always liked the yakuza style of tatts so…” He shrugged again, taking a sip of his beer straight from the can. “Want one?” He held the can up and indicated to a cooler next to him. Cory reached out and grabbed a beer from the cooler, opening it with a satisfying sound and drank deeply.

to go to the city for some new ink myself, let’s go right now!. ‘Right now?’ I asked a bit hesitant. ‘Yes, no time like today’, Kenzo said as he almost ran to the car. We headed to the tattoo shop and the tattoo artists got to drawing right away. He sketched something which looked absolutely perfect. I was a forest with a full moon, with a silhouette of 4 wolves. It would cover most of my upper back, but I didn’t mind. He started right away. It was a big piece which would take hours, but I didn’t mind the distraction. Another artist was busy on Kenzo, he was getting something for his son and a surprise for Keva he said. We had been sitting here for 4 hours now and I was getting hungry, so

One creature resembled a centipede clinging to the heart, while the other resembled a leech clinging to the dantian. "Damn it, this is really difficult for me. Hey, this is going to be a real hassle for you, senior!"

His skin was marred with lash marks and dried blood, but what caught Alexander’s eye was the tattoo—small and circular, no bigger than a coin—inked at the nape of the man’s neck. It was a jellyfish. Not just any jellyfish, but the kind known to be lethally venomous. The kind that could paralyze and kill in minutes. No antidote. No hope. The lines of the tattoo were intricate, rendered with surgical precision. Colton nodded toward the man. “You ever seen something like that? The guys we’ve dealt with before never had ink like this. I’m thinking these recent illegals… they’re not just grunts. Might be core members.”

Much like the man himself! Asides from the writing the tattoo looks like Something older, darker, heavier than anything I’ve ever seen. It snakes across his chest in a pattern that feels… almost alive. There’s a drawing of a serpent or is it a dragon?, its body curling and twisting in a perfect ouroboros on the left side of his torso, scales etched so finely I swear I could almost feel them under my fingertips. His heart beats beneath it, steady, slow, eternal, and it’s like the tattoo moves with him, shifting slightly as he exhales.

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.

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.