Male Arrow Compass Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

Marcus said. I lifted my head and looked at the bike again through tears. Now that I could see past the shock, I noticed the rest. The new paint was deep black with a subtle shimmer that only showed when the light hit it just right. Along the side of the tank, worked into the design so delicately I almost missed it, was a dagger. Behind it, a crown. Around both, the fine lines of a compass, woven together in the exact shape of our tattoo. My hand pressed against my chest.

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.

The aroma of roasting maize and fresh mandazi drifted up from the roadside stalls, mingling with the crisp, clean air left behind by the seasonal rains. ​Adrian stood near the edge of the roof, his hands resting lightly on the concrete ledge. He wore a simple linen shirt, its sleeves pushed up past his elbows to reveal the woven black cord on his left wrist. The cool morning breeze brushed against his back, where the skin beneath his shirt still throbbed with the faint, healing heat of the fresh midnight-black ink. The geometric compass tattoo was permanent now—a physical receipt of his chosen path, etched into his skin by the only person who had ever truly seen beneath his armor.

A tiny wooden box, slightly larger than a matchbox, with a brass compass inside. Like Jack Sparrow. Should show the way to the most desired, - she smiled. “Then the arrow should be pointing at you,” Tom thought, and replied that he also had something for her. She will like it. Kit unwrapped his gift and jumped for joy like a child. And then she hung around Tom's neck and pressed a juicy kiss on his cheek. — Dixon? Louis squinted and snorted, “Show him your new tattoo…” Kit turned her hand palm up, and Tom saw a stylized heart of two crossed crossbows on her wrist.

The pale brown almost birthmark looking tattoos along his arms, shoulders, back and chest blaze with divine light and a long bow appears in his massive hand, a full quiver on his back. “Careful of the weres and the humans!” I warn, as he nocks a wicked looking arrow and let’s fly into the back of a knife-wielding vampire with one of the Candlewood wolves pinned against a tree. Twitching as if a current of electricity was running through him, the vamp staggers back, but before the loosed were can tear into him, the arrow bursts into a white-hot flare, burning the bloodsucker from the inside out. My father glances at me, arching a brow.

Each man wore the mark. Different symbols etched into skin: a serpent coiled around a sword on the left forearm of one, twin wolves snarling beneath a bleeding moon on the wrist of another, a skeletal crown on the palm of a third, and a phoenix swallowing its own tail just above the elbow of the last. Each tattoo pulsed faintly, dark and ancient, remnants of an allegiance born of secrecy, ambition, and old blood.

Sirius growled. I side-eyed Austin unsure of the guard mark Sirius had mentioned. Seeing the confusion in my eyes, he neared my ear and said, “It's a red line tattoo; put on your inner ankle, and when you complete all the training, it will look like this. He then pulled up his pants leg to show me a small red arrow right above his ankle bone. “The black bow is for mastery, so you don't have to concern yourself with that,” he said firmly, and I huffed.

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Strapped to her back were a bow and a quiver of arrows as well. “These arrows and bow— why do I have these? I'm not an archer. I don't even know how to fight. So why's this here?” Violet touched a hand on the string of the bow. “Wait, what's this?” She had a tattoo on her forearm of an arrow piercing through a crescent moon and above it were five stars aligned in a semi circle. That's not all, Violet also had bronze bracelets around her wrists. They had ancient runes etched on them. A crescent moon was engraved in the middle of the bracelet, which glowed when she touched the bracelets. A ball of light emitted from the glowing crescent and filled the white space around her.