Mitsuri Tattoo Novels & Stories

Tristan chuckled "Are you a demon hunter?" Mizuki said after observing the appearance of the man sitting in the back seat. From his clothes that tend to be dark, the affectionate tattoos on his arms are slightly exposed. Even if it was just a little, he could feel it. Because every demon hunter would have that tattoo. Tristan looked at Mizuki "You know what? Is it because of these wings?" Tristan said, pointing to the carved wings on his arm. "I think you know!" said Mizuki

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

**Story 6: Cursed Ink** **Chapter 4** Aria didn’t even hesitate the next day. She went straight to the tattoo shop with a clear vision: a large, intricate mirror frame design that would wrap around her upper thighs and hips, with cracks that looked like they were breaking open to release shadows. The old artist worked in silence, her expression unreadable as the needle carved the final piece into Aria’s skin. When it was done, the mirror tattoo looked eerily real — as if her own body was a portal.

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

“Your tattoo is gone.” Hikari smiled at me, “that’s where Yuki lives, luna. When I release him completely, my dragon tattoo around my neck disappears, too.” “Woah-ho-ho! Goddess! This is some insanity! You are so cool!” I said in the heat of the moment. Hikari’s face turned stoic as he peered at Yuki with a quick gulp. “Um, I apologise if I was offensive. It’s just that when I am excited, I forget manners,” I chuckled nervously.

The inviting aroma enveloped him, teasing his taste buds and piquing his curiosity. "Smells nice" Mystro said, admiration evident in his voice. Elaine smiled, appreciating his kind words. "Why don't you be patient and wait for me to serve you" “I know but I thought I could help” he rolled up his sleeves revealing his tattoo. A medusa tattoo on his right arm caught her attention, “A fan of Medusa” she asked. “Not really, our works are just similar” he replied. Elaine tried to understand what he meant but she knew she was just confusing herself.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

Petr only nodded his head at the compliment and I pulled my shirt and jacket back on. I left Petr in the back just as Milo pulled his shirt on as well and paid the artist for his tattoo. He grinned and lifted his shirt and over his chest was one man, three fairies and four dragons with his parents name cradling them on either side. “It’s magnificent Milo.” He nodded his head and I could sense his sadness as he pulled his shirt down and picked up his jacket. “Your turn.” I lifted my shirt at his request and he looked at the artwork. I lowered my shirt as we walked out of the shop and reached the car.