Japanese Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

He shifted so that she could look at his back. Sybil reached up and touched the design that looked like a deep black tattoo between his shoulder blades. It was a circle like the others she saw. The interior crossing designs that came to the edge and from what she’d been told all held meaning. It was a mark of their bond, their souls and a blessing of the moon goddess. She noticed that some of the lines spilled outside the circle unlike others she saw. Small little curls that reminded her of ivy stems. It was beautiful to her. Aries suppressed a shiver as her hands touched him. One moving over the design and it immediately made his body jump. He looked at her over his shoulder. “I wish to see

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.

he asked her as she sat back down and started drawing. "He said his cousin did it for practice, that was back in September. It had a crescent moon with the tips almost meeting with a small circle connecting them. Here." she held up the notebook of the design. He raised a brow as he examined it, never having seen that design before. "I've never come across this before. It could pass for being a new style of tattoo work or maybe a lighter version of tribal? I apologize, tattoos are not normally my forte. I could ask the King himself, but I think his wife just had the twins."

“Oh, but I have gotten some information on the ninjas. Have you heard of the ancient Japanese organization, Gokudo Soshiki? “This is their logo.” She took her phone out and showed him a picture. It was a picture of a ball of flames. Alex took a look and narrowed his eyes, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

even with my capped sleeve she can see my shoulder is sans tattoo. “I was told to get a discreet one, so it’s disguised on my back.” She looks confused. “What do you mean?” “Apparently, they can work the runes into any pattern or shape, or hide them. Sage designed an amazing phoenix and worked the runes into it. I’ll show you later.” “What?” Her eyes widen. “I just got the boring Task Force circle. You’re telling me I could’ve gotten something nice instead?” I laugh. “Yep. Sorry.” “Man.” She huffs. “That’s unfair.”

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

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.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

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.