Meliodas Tattoos Novels & Stories

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

In his right hand, he held the familiar silver dagger, its blade gleaming dangerously. But as the rebel assassin took a step toward my bed, his left hand reached up to his own collar. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the fabric down, exposing his spine to the mirror on the wall behind him. My breath completely trapped itself in my throat, and my heart stopped dead in my chest. There, seared into the skin of the ruthless Omega rebel's back, was a glowing, crimson brand. A perfect, permanent tattoo of my own true initials. MW.

It’s indeed impossible because the tattoo on the mysterious man’s neck, which is a snake’s head with a tongue sword, belongs to a group working underground. The Shadow Maulers. The guard zoomed closer and proved that Kiel wasn’t mistaken. It’s really the tattoo that represents this one group. Their names got buried and forgotten as the time passed by, but seeing that they were back in action again. This is another threat.

The color drains from her face as she sees Thomas standing with a gun above the man who now lies still on the ground. Her legs become weak and she falls to the ground. She stares blankly in front of her as she tries to comprehend what she just saw. “What the fuck just happened?” Melina covers her mouth with her hand as things she noticed while they dated start to make sense. Thomas and his bodyguards had the same tattoos. She found it a little odd that a boss and his bodyguards would have the same tattoos but never put two and two together. The tattoos must be the mafia family’s symbol, she realizes. He also had a gun, though that never bothered her because a lot of people have guns for prot

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

Those hands knew how to push my buttons and tweak my senses until he had to press his hand against my mouth so the whole ship wouldn't hear me. As usual, he was covered in grease from his full day of work, thinly veiling the copious tattoos covering his entire body. Black ink weaved across his skin; unique designs I'd trace with my tongue. Mads stretched out, curling his arms around his head to elongate his already long legs and bulky arms. His coveralls were unzipped and tied around his waist at half-mast, revealing a white tank top stained with oil.

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

Was she like Irina had described—tall, skinny, and blonde? "You're sulking." The sound of Milo's deep voice almost made me jump. I didn't think he was watching me. "Excuse me?" He put away his phone and looked at me with eyes full of amusement. In the process, his muscles bulged. It was hard to take my eyes off them. The tattoos made him hotter since his hands were covered in them. From his forearm to his fingers were tattoos. I wondered if he got them because they would make him look hot and dangerous at the same time.

I realize Milos is staring at me and drop my eyes from the portrait. “Sit.” He nods to the long leather couch. “Drink?” he asks as he goes to the corner where an array of liquors are in crystal decanters. I shake my head. “No thank you.” My eyes are drawn to the new tattoos over the back of his hands. They weren’t there three years ago. He told me his tattoos were hidden to help him appear the bland, boring businessman rather than the Bratva he is. I can’t help wondering what was important enough for him to change his mind. They are both words in Russian Cyrillic, but so stylized I don’t recognize what they say even after four years of college Russian. I asked him about them once while we we

Of course, it's his dream, and his two friends Zia and Damon help him a lot. Without them, he is surely doomed. He didn't like getting into trouble, even though he had a face that screamed trouble, that is, he was built in all the right places, had a sleeve of tattoos on both hands, and had a lot of piercings on his ear. Of course, he has a Moon tattoo on the left side of his neck, which Moon Goodness has given him as a gift. When Elder told him about the tattoo, his heart shattered into a million pieces, and he became even more hateful of humans. It's his soulmate tattoo and his butterfly going to have the same tattoo, but she is already dead. Sebestian didn't remember much about her death,