Naruto Symbol Tattoo Novels & Stories

Cassian frowns as he and Riven stand at both sides of the alpha. Kieran doesn’t answer; he continues searching through the photos till his gaze finally lands on what he’s looking for. “Here,” he points out, jamming his finger on the photo that bears the symbol, identical to the tattoo he saw. “That’s the symbol of the Nirathi,” Cassian points out in confusion. “I know and I’ve seen it.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, realization hits. “What do you mean?” riven grills. “I think the Nirathi is within us.”

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!!!”

And there it had been. The tattoo. An inverted triangle. A snake curling through it. It had only taken a glance for Jaden to recognize it. People outside the underworld believed tattoos were decoration. Style. Art. But in the circles Jaden moved in, tattoos were language. Symbols. Declarations. When he joined the Yakuza, the ink had not come all at once. No one earned that privilege so easily. Every mark had been given over time, added slowly like ranks stitched onto a uniform. Each piece carried meaning, history, proof of loyalty and danger.

I could still feel their eyes on me as we moved across the floor to the stairs. "They all have the same tattoo" Dante mind-linked me. I had failed to notice many details on our tour, focusing too much on a certain Alpha. Luckily Dante was doing his job "a Cresent Moon with a star" he continued in the link. I looked around and sure enough, I saw a lot of tattoos like Dante described, the design seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. "It was the symbol carved into the fountain." He linked again. Thank the goddess Dante had his act together.

It was a black dragon with wings, surrounded by black roses. “You have a weird tattoo,” I commented out of the blue. He lowered his gaze to his forearm. “All members of the Anderson Mafia have this kind of tattoo. It serves as our identification.” I fell silent, staring at it intently. For some unknown reason, that symbol is familiar to me. I tried to dig into my memory to recall where I’d seen that tattoo before, but it only caused my head to ache, prompting me to rub my temples. Cole quickly attended to me.

He moved his hand to touch his breastbone beneath the muscular chest, caressing the exotic tattoo of the sakura flowers that intertwined and wrapped themselves around the word Snow that only he could read and understand. Mindlessly, he gazed at the tattoo he’d gotten nine months ago. It was a symbol of Sakura, of his Snow. He wanted to imprint her within his heart always and forever. Hence, every time he stared at the tattoo, he’d see her within his mind’s eye, and his heart would ache for her, for her love, for her warmth, for her kiss, for them to be together.

Where are you? Voices echo on the wind, multiple people trying to call on his name. He’s running for his life. His tattoos – four stars on each of his arm – a symbol for every life he has ever lived, and will be living. A star for every deity that he’s ever mocked. A star for every partner he will ever love.

Just before the performer climaxed, he raised his hip a bit, lifting Mia up with his hand behind her back. He was planning on emptying everything so deep inside her, barely anything would be left slipping out. But the second he did, I noticed something on his lower thigh. A little family inscription. It was the Japanese symbol… “絆” A tattoo. A very familiar one at that. I knew this, because I had the same one. As if to confirm I wasn't seeing things, I looked down at myself, just beside my soaked pussy, and met the same tattoo on the underside of my thigh.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

His tattooed hands, those large fingers… Yeah, I didn’t even want to imagine. “He’s stable,” Nik murmured. “Doctors say he’ll recover.” I just nodded. Let’s see how they talk when Mark suddenly dies in a few days. After dinner, while the staff began clearing the plates, I stood to leave. But Nik caught my hand,firmly. “Wait.” He handed me a small notebook. Black cover. A symbol stamped on it in silver foil,the Kontrivsin crest. “What’s this, Nik?” I asked, eyes narrowing.