Kakashi Tattoo Novels & Stories

When I pushed open the heavy glass door of the Nightshade Tattoo Studio, the wind chime above it rang out in a crisp cascade of sound. Henry Kane sat on a tall stool behind the workstation, wearing a black mask as he lowered his head and sketched. The air-conditioning ran cold inside the shop, carrying a faint blend of disinfectant and sharp tobacco. It was an unmistakable scent that belonged only to him. At the sound, he did not even look up; only the pencil in his hand paused for a brief moment.

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

shaking his cocktail shaker preparing another drink for the person beside him. Smiling at him only made Koishi take a sip from his glass placing it down on the table. Starting at his own reflection over it then turned his gaze at him who was already risen his bow. “The one with the tattoos on his arms who is it its the first time I’m seeing him?” Koishi asked as he can’t miss someone like him. Someone who has made himself arts over himself which would be permanent till the end. surrounding by the others around him with a smile over his face.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

Rokurō even fucking bowed like the lapdog he is. “I don’t want to kill you, daughter.” Takashi sighed like this was some hardship for him as he drew his blade. “I am no daughter of yours. I renounce any and all ties to you, Takashi Hatake. And when I kill you, I will see your yakuza burn to the ground.” I declared.

Immediately, the chaos ensued. ***presently*** Now, I remember from whence I saw this tattoo. No, it’s a Crest. This drawing is a crest for an organization. Maybe cooperate assassins. Now, I’m filled with curiosity to find out who heads this organization. “Pakhan!” Akim’s voice blares through my ears. I veer toward him and see him holding up a bloodied boy who looks to be sixteen. Blood gushes from his chest and other parts of his body down to the ground.

"A tattoo? What does it look like, Sage? Is it a mark of loyalty or something else entirely?" Sage took a deep breath, describing the tattoo in detail. "The tattoo is a circular symbol, intricately designed with mysterious patterns. It's unlike any markings I've seen within any pack. The lines are precise, and the symbol radiates an aura of secrecy." My mind raced with possibilities, trying to understand the implications of this discovery. "Could it be a symbol of an external influence? Is there a chance that an outside group or organization has infiltrated their pack?" Leaning forward, I locked my gaze with Sage, my voice filled with determination. "Sage, we must exercise patience and obser

She ventured back in and sat on the chair. "I'll make some coffee for you." As Jose stepped aside, Marra turned her head to the right. Earlier, she hadn't paid much attention to the pair of humans on the sofa out of surprise, but now Marra could see that the man in the black shirt Jose called 'boss' had many tattoos covering both arms and wrists. Even the skin on his neck was almost invisible. The man turned his head towards her, making them exchange glances for a few seconds before Marra broke the contact and focused on opening her phone.

But his eyes are cruel, dark and cold. "He...He has black hair, and a tattoo on his neck,” I say, shaking my head. The pain is slowly starting to diminish, leaving me feeling, gasping for air. I see fear ghost across Kastriv’s face. "Is the tattoo words, or a picture?" "A picture. I don't know what it is though." It appeared to be depicting something very particular, but it’s impossible to decipher. "Keo..." Kastriv murmurs. I frown, sitting up. The pain quickly falls away, leaving me feeling empty and vacant.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”