Kurapika Tattoos Novels & Stories

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

"Don't pity or sympathise with me. I hate it. I hate it so much when someone says they understand it because nobody does until you go through it." I pity her. Kabir doesn't. That's how it all made a difference. "Does they all know?" I nodded my head to the cottage. "Yup except Rupika." I stared at her, while she sat there, staring at the sky and smiled softly seeing her healing birds tattoo on the wrists. I had always wanted to get a tattoo, but the pain of needle stopped me every single time.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

The last time I saw him without clothes, he had only the Bratva tattoo; the twin stars of a Vor v Zakone on his left chest; stars that marked him as untouchable in the Bratva. But now his entire upper body was covered in ink; Dragons and demons. I know those tattoos. No, it was not the Chinese Triads; this… this was Irezumi, a traditional tattoo style belonging to the Yakuza; the fucking Japanese Mafia. Was that where he had been these past four years? I was stunned. Why would a Bratva Don wear the mark of another syndicate? “There is not enough hot water for two, but we can share,” Nikolai’s voice shook me out of my thoughts.

she started, tapping her straw against her frappuccino lid, "we should get matching tattoos. Something ridiculous. Like a tiny potato on our wrists." Kira snorted. "Right, because Camila is dying to have a root vegetable permanently inked on her body." I huffed a small laugh, shaking my head. "Why a potato?" "Because they're versatile. Like you. And also, I just really love fries." Ava grinned. I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my lips lifted. Ava's gaze lingered on me for a second, her smile softening—like she knew I needed the distraction. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. They were dramatic, ridiculous. But I was grateful. Because for a short moment, I wasn't drowning. Then it all shat

“Jealousy? Why the fuck would I be jealous of an Icelander huh?” “I don’t know, maybe because he has the freedom you don’t?” He laughed. “There’s not a single Icelander that is free Crinka. He might be a royal, but he is still an Icelander. That curse isn’t just going to disappear.” I frown. “What curse are you talking about?” “What did the tattoos look like?” My frown deepens. “Why the fuck are you avoiding the question?” He exhaled sharply. “Crinka, do you want me to tell you about the tattoos or not?”

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

The snake tattoo guy followed me in. It was a long dark corridor that ended in a curtained off enclosure. He pulled the curtain aside and I stepped in. And came face to face with The Viper. Ken Kaori sat cross legged on a plush blue rug. Eyes shut, hands balanced on his knees palms facing upwards. He was not what I had been expecting. For one thing, he was bare chested and barefoot and for a man his age, he had an impeccable physique and muscle tone. Which was another thing, I couldn't tell how old the man before me was.

Within half an hour, a well-known mehendi artist arrived at Kashyap Mansion. The mehendi artists applied mehendi on the feet of Kashyap women and drew designs on the little hands of Mithaas and YaYa. Arjun happily applied his all-time famous designs on the palm of his wife. All the stars, suns, moons, flowers, birds, emojis, and hearts from the galaxies and the earth appeared on Pashika's hand, and he did not forget to write his famous words - 'I'M YOURS & YOU ARE MINE' and 'PASHIKA - ARJUN' on her fingers.

“Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.” We? Did she just say we? My eyes widen as I hold my breath. She straightens up, advancing on me with purpose. I start to stand, but she’s faster. She kneels in front of me, ripping open her jacket and shirt to expose the skin on her right shoulder. Pressed into it is a tattoo of a fox sitting on its haunches. Its black body is surrounded by thick, detailed chains. One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time.