Levi Ackerman Tattoo Novels & Stories

He knew she was watching him, but he carelessly let the towel wrapped around his lower body fall away in front of her. His broad, muscular back was exposed before her green eyes. It was perfectly sculpted, and the size of his back was so breathtaking that she was left speechless. Sierra then stepped forward slowly, her green eyes staring wildly at his broad back, which had a tattoo on the left side. A wild and majestic lion’s head tattoo. “Are you sure you want to kick me out, Ace? I can help—” “Get out!” he barked. His outburst halted her hand mid-air, though she had intended to wrap her arms around his muscular body from behind. But his blunt rejection made her change her mind.

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

His eyes narrowed at the two tattoos he saw inscribed on Adrian's back. "You don't belong to the Accardo's group, neither do you belong to the Forbes, nor to Ryker Darius and this in no way looks like that of the Dahmers." Marco snickered as he pulled down the shirt, "I bet they charged you a lot for such a lousy tattoo. Although I give it to the person for perfecting the drawing." Adrian wasn't fazed by it. While Jordan tattooed the skin of the other while putting only a singlet, Adrian clearly saw the same tattoo he drew on them on the man's back.

I striped of my shorts and pj top and got into immediately stretched out hands pulling me into the steamy jets. “Ouch!” I shouted looking around at my right hip just above my ass was my mating mark. I’d all but forgotten that mates get them when they cemented their bonds. “Yours?” I asked Alec. He tilted his head and his was on his neck. I winced in sympathy for him. “That looks painful. But also like a tattoo.” I said looking at the angry red tribal print that was now a permanent part of his body. His hands were pulling me up by my hips then cupping my butt as he looked me dead in the eyes his forehead touching mine.

I never knew such beautiful place exists in Stormhalt as I never did go out often. Down at the water edge, I sight Leo's godlike figure emerging out of the water half naked. I am mesmerized by the way water cling to his long hair and sliding down the dark strands to pool on his shoulders. I can see all of his muscles clearly defined. I also noticed for the first time that there is an ink on his right bicep. Leo has a tattoo – dragon tattoo. He shakes his head and run his palm down his wet face, allowing the water from his hair to spray around him like drizzling. He slowly start to dip back into the water.

She nodded, giving him a warm hug before he set out on his journey back home. A tiring journey it was indeed with Akeelah's never ending screech echoing throughout the journey. Levi showed no interest in why Akeelah screeched too much, his mind was centered on the relationship he believed existed between him and Zina. He smiled, recalling the past events they had shared together, her smiles and how he was her knight in shining armour. Much later, Levi found himself in front of his mini hut. He heaved a sigh of relief as he walked into his home with cobwebs and dusty counters everywhere.

He laid her gently on the table but refused to step back. Dr. Ackerman was close on his heels and rounded to the other side of the bed, looming over his mate's body. Sure enough, she had some cuts just above her eyebrow and a large gash on her forearm. Levi felt his jaw clench in pure anger as he noticed all the bruises and scars littering his mate's exposed skin. There was a purple bruise or fainted pink scar on every square inch of her delicate skin. His brother scampered into the clinic behind them, rubbing the back of his head and muttering to himself angrily.

He tears off his jacket, throwing it onto the floor and unbuttoning his shirt so fast that his hands become a blur. Underneath, a slew of tattoos are revealed, some fresh but most quite old and faded. There is writing in what I assume to be Russian, and some odd symbols that I’ve never seen before. On his chest, an eagle has its wings spread, black pigment spanning from shoulder to shoulder. I knew Lev was fit by the way his body filled out his suit, but only now do I realize how perfect his physique is. It seems impossible that he could look this good, that his abs could be

She lit one, inhaled, let the smoke curl upward into the heavy dusk. Across the gap, Levi’s balcony door slid open. Shirtless again, sweat still gleaming on his chest and stomach from whatever workout he’d just finished. Black basketball shorts hung low on narrow hips, the waistband of dark boxer briefs visible above them. A fresh tattoo wrapped his left forearm—something sharp and geometric, still red at the edges. He leaned on his railing, forearms braced, and met her eyes without flinching. “Evening,” he said. Voice rough from disuse or smoke or both.

he let out in a very vulnerable voice, as he touched it. “Levi punched me there.” “That fucker,” I muttered under my breath. “Hold on, let me clean it for you. Where’s the first aid kit?” “In the kitchen,” he mumbled. I hurried to the kitchen, grabbed the kit, and returned. I knelt in front of him to clean the wound, when my eyes caught something on his chest. His shirt had fallen open further. A fresh tattoo right over his heart was a beautiful black rose, its petals shaded, with script woven into the stem.