Ninja Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her face concealed behind a white yashmak with a little trinket around her neck and the letter ‘J’ emblem on her right shoulder as she folded her arms under her copious chest. “It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area.

Danika responded. "Who drew it?" She asked. "I wish I knew. It was visible after I shifted. It was never there before and no one drew it on my body," she replied. The tattoo was the picture of a wolf howling under the moon. "It is beautiful though." "Thank you Ms. Nahigra." She said as she grabbed an apple. "Thanks for the fruits too." She said and got watered by Nicholas again. "Nicholas stop!" She yelled. "Do you know Danika?" Nahigra asked Hoots who was preparing where his wife would lie down to sleep.

For a moment, Gu Mocheng thought his eyes had been mistaken, but the truth stared him right in the face: a tattoo on the back left side of her waist. It was not odd for girls to have tattoos, especially girls with strong personalities like her. However, the tattoo’s design was one he really did not wish to see. A red crane flower bloomed enchantingly at her waist. It glowed especially brightly--vivid and dazzling. Gu Mocheng was not unfamiliar with this tattoo. It could be said that he was very familiar with it. That was because people with these tattoos were his arch enemies.

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.

Athena looked back at her with a similar frown, unable to understand the reason for her such expression. "Yes, and girls, I found something else as well." Athena said with a grin, making them frown at her while she ignored Suzanne's weird expression. She didn't want to think of anything else at that moment. "What is it?" Suzanne asked with a frown. Her tone was getting less and less warmer every second. "The letter 'N' was tattooed on Dominic's waist. That tattoo is the same as the sign in the book." Athena exclaimed with widened eyes, ready to get some reaction from their friends.

The skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.

MARTHA: Mr. Weston smiled and entered the room where I had spent the night. His woody scent surrounded me like a warm blanket as he replied, "It's a tribal tattoo." "Does Doctor Tina have it too?" I asked, shocked, and he nodded. "Yes, but women's tattoos are on their backs. They are meant to carry the pack on their backs, while we carry ours from the front," he replied proudly, and my jaw dropped. I was still looking at him in shock.

You are guilty, Malik. Zafir: And because you are guilty, you must complete what Nasser started yourself, Malik. You will kill until the three cups are full. We will help you, and no one will be able to harm you or stop you from achieving your goal. Zafar approaches Malik, tears his shirt, and draws a large disc-shaped tattoo on his chest. A sun with stars on its edges, resembling the stars of the sky, and within it are six-pointed stars. Zafir says: This is the symbol of protection. You are now under the protection of the jinn, Malik.

I ask. "Uh yeah, uh―nice tattoo by the way. When did you get that?" she asks, glancing up at me before returning her gaze to the ground. I suddenly realize how small she is. The top of her head doesn't even reach my shoulder. "I got it when I was 14. It's a tradition that warriors get a tattoo after they shift into their dragon for the first time," I explain. "That's interesting, witches have a similar tradition. Clan leaders get tattoos as a symbol of their power," she tells me, her embarrassment seeming to fade a little.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”