Minato Kunai Tattoo Novels & Stories

He kissed my forehead, the tension in my body eased. “It started with Melanie,” I began, testing if I could tell my story. “The nightmares?” I hummed, “that and I saw something when she threw the knife in my face.” “You saw something? Her tattoo?” Kai offered. Malanie’s wrist tattoo was a mark worn by all Tempest assassins. A black mamba slithered around a knife. “Yes and no. I’ve never seen that tattoo before, but it reminded me of something or someone with a tattoo on the same spot.”

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Hanzo nods his head before taking my hand in his then gets up and pulls me to the bathroom. “Thank you, once I rinse the blood off you can take a bath if you would like. I can leave you to relax or help you with your hair and keep you company,” Hanzo drops his blanket and walks into the shower and starts the water. I can’t help my eyes wandering over his back tattoo of a samurai with an orange and red koi fish, waves, and various flowers. His tattoos create a full suit covering his entire torso moving down his butt and the backs of his thighs.

The design almost seems to ripple, like a reflection in a pond. Akio’s eyes shift to the opposite pec, where the name ‘Akio’ is emblazoned on Nikolai’s skin, right over his heart. Akio feels a surge of pride and love at the sight, the way he always does. Subconsciously, he runs his fingertips over his right wrist bone, where he’s recently gotten the letter N tattooed. He likes to think of the tattoos as mirror images of each other, each a sign of Akio’s and Nikolai’s devotion to the other.

I know one person who has the same tattoo at the exact place as hers. Leonardo.

We stopped outside an iron bolted door, he typed in a code and the door clicked open. Inside was a store room, with mats, machines, guns surrounding every corner. I gulped down as he threw a bag at me. "Change." He said, gruffly. I slowly opened the bag and grabbed the Nike sport bra and shorts, he turned around as I slid the shorts up my legs. When I was done, I tied my hair in a bun and mumbled, "I'm done, boss." He turned around trailing his eyes over me, I noticed a black stud piercing on his left ear, his blacked inked tattoos snaked near the bottom of his ears. Why the shit dick does have to be so...good looking.

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

the doctor muttered before leaving. As Mini turned around, she saw Joxan lifting Enlyan’s shirt, staring blankly at the tattoo on her body. Enlyan never liked tattoos. What had happened? Why would she suddenly get one? Joxan didn’t understand, but his eyes narrowed slightly. He needed to find out the truth. Mini sighed when she noticed how much Joxan’s expression resembled Daimon’s. It was a striking resemblance. "Aunt?" Joxan’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.