Jon Bernthal Tattoos Novels & Stories

She also noticed the echoes of lovers bouncing off the walls that separated the past from the present, unaware of the truth they carried. Her gaze dropped from Brahim's jet-black eyes to his left arm, to the area of his biceps in particular, where a plaque-shaped tattoo gleamed. Out of inertia, Bethany brought one of her hands to the tub and traced it with her fingers. It was that tattoo she saw in her dreams. -What's wrong? Does it bring back old memories? - He asked, leaving a flash of lust in his voice. Brethany pulled his hand away as if he had been electrocuted. And he didn't take a second longer to get off.

Denis had already calculated the time that could be spent carving tattoos on the bodies of men in their early thirties in front of Racher Art. Denis quickly got up and greeted the arrival of the man named Benjie. He wanted a tattoo of his lover on his back, and Denis had discussed with him about two months ago for today's moment. "I'm thrilled to have my turn to visit here finally," Benjie said after shaking hands with Denis, smiling warmly. "I hope you didn't get bored while waiting for this day." Benjie shook his head. "It's not boring, and it's more my nerves."

I admit, making Liliana and Freya laugh as they both shake their heads. “Why do you think most of us run around without shirts,” Benjamin jokes, pulling his shirt off exposing a perfect tanned six pack tossing it at Ares, who blushes. “Wait, turn around,” I reach out and turn Benjamin when see the edge of a tattoo on his shoulder. “What?” Benjamin laughs while looking back and smiles, realizing I want to see his tattoo on his back. “Did Ares do this too?” I question, when Benjamin turns around to reveal a giant tree of life accompanied by a tan wolf at the bottom, and a raven in the opposite corner of a full moon.

He stood tense, his dark eyes burned with something close to fury, his jaw clenched so tightly I swore I heard his teeth grind. “He’s made a pact,” Khalid said, his voice tight, barely contained. “His tattoos are enchanted. They make him immune to telepathic interrogation. And while he feels the pain, he’s holding out. Whoever gave him those sigils knew exactly what they were doing.” My gaze scanned Benton’s body, lingering on the dark, intricate tattoos that stretched across his arms and chest. Runes were woven into his flesh like armor, glowing faintly under the dim light. A witch? A demon? The fucker had sold himself for an advantage.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

he teased Jason's arm. I stood aside blushing as Jason responded "She's the last of her kind". They both laughed. "So, what kinda tattoo do you want? A butterfly? Pokemon? A quote?" "A quote seem pretty nice but I want to make it much more interesting. How about a couples thing? Like a heart and a key. What do you think Bae?" He diverted his eyes to me. "Uh.. Oh.. nice." I was still nervous about getting my body pricked. "Are you okay?" Cartel asked.

He referred to my name as if it didn’t mean anything but I just kept on staring at him. He has a dishevelled appearance but his resemblance to Jacob piqued my interest. Aside from his frizzy hair, and revolting hair colour, he seemed to be a bad guy! He has piercings, and tattoos on his arms, and only God knows where he put the other tattoos! “Hi Bethany,” he called my name again and I frowned at him when he acted like we were good friends!

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.