Meliodas Tattoos Novels & Stories

I look away, uncaring of his presence, “Fuck you.” “Remi, please leave us,” Rowan takes off his shirt and a loud gasp escapes my throat. The amount of tattoos on his body. There is not a single bare skin. His both arms have scales of a colossal serpent as sleeves. Neatly drawn and colored. His whole broad chest and well defined torso is inked with the face of a fierce sea serpent with sharp teeth and fiery eyes. With symbolism and writing in a foreign language I have never seen before. My brain couldn’t keep up as he stalks towards me.

The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it. I was beginning to feel sad looking at him sleep away peacefully. I stood up from the bed as I needed to distract myself from Mace because I was clearly attracted to him. When he heard the sound of footsteps, Mace woke up instantly, his hands going to his gun under his pillow. He scanned his environment, and when he saw no one but me, he put the gun back under the pillow. "Tilda, where are you going?" He asked, laying his head back on the pillow.

He had his dad's charm and maybe something darker and evil than his dad that no one knew. Lucifer had many guys working under him; if his workers dared to double-cross him, they would pay with their lives. His guys all had to have a tattoo with the MF. Letters. Their tattoo was unique a dagger in a heart and thorns with dripping blood engraving MF. Some chose to wear it on their neck and arms, while others decided to have it tattooed across their chest. Joshua had a different type of tattoo, also mafia but chose to be unique, the same as his dad.

I sit down on the bed, hanging my head forward as I dry my hair. “Oh, that was something Milo chose for me. It was his birthday, his last birthday we celebrated before he…” There’s silence for a moment before she sighs softly and I look at her. “Milena?” She shakes her head, clearing her throat. “Anyway, he said we should get tattoos. The catch - we picked one for each other and the location. I made him get a cherub’s booty on his biceps.” She snickers. “And he got me to get this random code. You know, he was such a nerd.”

I hand over his phone. He takes it and climbs out of the bed without a care that he's naked in broad daylight. His round ass and muscles flake when he walks to the window to answer the phone. A sudden heat pools in my aching core by looking at his naked glory. He's perfect, carves out of the ancient Greek scriptures. I plop on my elbow and take the time to admire his tattoos. Why these mafia men always have an obsession for inks? My eyes skims over the big lion's head covering most of his upper back and a serpent spitting fire. Something is written in Latin or Greek, I don't know as I'm only acquainted with English, my mother tongue.

He pulled down his robe a little. “I would like it written in my heart,” Aeliana swung into action immediately. She stared at her handiwork proudly. It was a black tattoo, so the beauty really came out on his white, flawless skin. Demetrius, Carissa, and Valeria also tattooed theirs. Demetrius had the name 'Rissa' tattooed on his shoulder. Valeria had 'Miguel' on her chest, and Carissa had 'Metrius' On her shoulder as well. They stared at it in admiration. “My Lord, the sketchers are here,” a guard said from outside with a bow.

His face contorted with rage as he mumbled, "This isn't over! Dylan and Andrew, I'll make sure you both pay for this!" The next morning dawned bright and clear. Andrew was practicing martial arts in a courtyard atop Moonlit Sanctuary, with his upper body bare. His tall, lean frame displayed perfectly proportioned muscles across his chest, arms, and abdomen. An intricately detailed black dragon head tattoo sprawled across his chest, fierce and majestic. Unlike typical tattoos, this one was a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes. Any expert would have been shocked to see it, as this particular design represented one of the most powerful families in Holtriens.

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe