Kurapika Tattoos Novels & Stories

"How can I help you my son?" "Brother, I want to join you." "Ha ha ha! You're funny my son. I think the Touch of God has touched you in a strange manner. I'm sorry but we're currently not taking in any new members. Maybe we can help you some other way." "Sorry, let me rephrase that. I am already a member. See this here?" He pointed to his wrist below his palm. "This is a tattoo of a kampilan, a native sword used by warriors in precolonial times. This is a mark bestowed to me after I became a member of the Sons of Lapu-lapu. I noticed yours the first time I arrived here. I wasn't so sure then because I thought it may be just a scar or something, but now I'm sure," he said and pointed to Broth

My nostrils flared at the familiar scent of the poultice – Luparia leaf, a rare and potent plant renowned for its efficacy in healing supernatural wounds. Kai wasted no time in removing the bandage around Kaida's shoulder and applying the poultice. My stomach knotted at the severity of the damage to her shoulder. The sheer amount of blood splattered across the floor was a grim testament to the gravity of her injury. The laceration was slowly closing, but the gash still gaped open. Caspian burst in moments later, his eyes widening in alarm as he took in the scene. He rushed to Kaida's side, demanding of Malachi, "How did you get in? You did this to her," he accused, his voice laced with venom

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

I turned to find Rico staring at me again. “Rico, out with it!” I snapped. “What?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’ve been staring at me weirdly for the past two hours.” “I’m just curious about your piercings and tattoos,” he chuckled. I have a piercing on my lip, eyebrow, bellybutton and nose. I normally just put on diamond studs. Today I also put on my tongue piercing. I have six tattoos. I have butterflies on my ankle and stomach, stars on my wrist and neck, a dagger on my arm, and a wolf going down my whole back. The wolf is my mate mark surprisingly since Silas got the same one two days after we mated. They just appeared out of nowhere.

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

My friends and I were on the dance floor when I felt a pair of eyes watching me. My gaze locked with a young man who was a few years older than me. He had a tattoo on his hand that was a rose with a knife through the center of it. He was eyeing me up and down, in a way I’d noticed boys at school sometimes did. My friend, Kira Barinova, was there and I whispered to her, "Kira! Do you know who that man is?” Kira glanced over, and her eyes widened. “I don’t know about him personally. But I know that tattoo means that he’s a Ramono.”

As long as we weren't triggering any hormones then we were fine. "When did you do this tattoo and what does it mean? I've been wanting to ask you but I forget everytime" Anushka asked after a moment of silence as she ran her finger down my arm, tracing up my tart "I got that when I was eighteen and it is actually a tribal tattoo for the McKenzie clan..Every McKenzie have this ,both men and women just in different parts of the body.."I continued to explain"Men mostly do it on their shoulder down their arm and chest just like mine and women in their lower arm down to the hand"