Naruto Sharingan Eyes Tattoo Novels & Stories

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

I added. He blinked a few times. I avoided his gaze. I continued to carefully wipe his wound. As all the blood finally disappeared from his arm, I noticed a large tattoo on his upper biceps. I gently touched it. I didn’t know tattoos could suit someone. It’s a large dragon that covers his forearm. It suits his brown skin perfectly. I looked up at him. He just looked at me quietly, and for the first time, I saw emotion in his eyes. Tiredness. That’s what I see in those unique eyes.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

“Getting tattoos? What the fuck Crinka? I don’t even like them needles” “He’s right about that”, Thane agreed. “Eloive hate needles”. “Then how did you get the tattoos?”, I ask him. “What tattoos?”, Thane asks. “Can’t you see it? The tattoos on Eloive’s left arm”. Eloive checked his arm. “Can’t see shit”. Thane checked as well. “Me too. Can’t see anything”. “But..but..they are so many! How can you not see them?” “I don’t know. Maybe ‘cause we’re not crazy like you”, Eloive replied.

I knew the whole scene was meant to show his power, yet it was so over the top I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes at him. As his hair blew back from his face, I noticed the tattoos were not only more elaborate but also brighter. They were marked in silver and tinged with a hint of purple that reminded me of the planet in the night sky. They swirled over his forehead like a crown, then down one of his cheekbones streaking hard and dramatically over to the other side of his face to his ear lobes. With a strong bolt of recognition, I knew instantly who this man was from the lessons that I'd had with Nerrian.

I watched as he left, leaving me covered in blood and sobbing. There was something on his neck. I try to hone in on it and I squint my closed eyes even harder as I try to make clarity of it. It was a tattoo. He has a tattoo of a spider on his left side behind his ear. It was red and black like the spiders that eat their mates.

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.

The scars on his left arm were perfectly concealed, but… His bloodshot eyes locked on mine as he reached out with his left hand, gripping my throat. "My tattoo… It's your face."

Naraja: “Huh, the hell. I know this wasn’t here last time and what the hell is up with my eyes….the pupil is weird as hell.” Naraja knew deep down inside himself even if he had forgotten about who he was and only knew the name given to him with nothing else to go off on. Either way he knew that a person's eye or at least the pupil was not supposed to have the infinity symbol in it. Naraja examined his eye a little bit more and then heard--- ???: “Would you like to keep going?” Naraja: “UWAAAAAAAAH!!!”