Novel & Cerita Oblivion Tattoos

He looked at me briefly then back at my hand that was holding onto his. The biggest and clearer of the tattoos was on the back of his palm. It was drawn with dark ink that stood out on his well tanned dark hands. At first it looked like a sun rising in the horizon and glazing over a field with details of how it shines around it in tiny well drawn marks, I soon realized it was the sea the sun was rising on and not heaps in a field. "Solem Orientem Ghe Mari" I called out the foreign words written right under the tattoo of the sun and the sea. It sounded Latin or was it Italian?

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

I noticed that his hair was hanging loose and brushing the top of his shoulders as he moved, and his skin was covered in a layer of sweat. Being so close to him, I had a clear view of the dark ink that covered almost every inch of his skin. I reached up and pressed shaky fingers against a tattoo on his right shoulder. Obsidian tensed and sucked in a sharp breath. I ignored his reaction and traced the outline of a petal. The flower was one I hadn’t seen before, but like so many things these days, it somehow seemed familiar. “Stop touching me,” he growled. Instead of listening, I continued to trace his ink. On some parts of his skin, beneath the tattoos, I could feel the still raised skin of o

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

Joram said, "Has the time of the month passed?" Alek shrugged. He poured some whiskey into two glass cups and handed one to Joram. "I don't know." He took a sip of his drink, looking at the tattoos that covered his forearms. A few decades ago, his arms were bare. When he was born, his whole skin was clear, then at the age of 10, the first signs appeared from his chest. Every decade, the tattoo seemed to grow and expand on its own. Now, it had covered his back, chest, and one of his arms. It is suspected that when his whole body is covered, it means death for him and all the Lycans still surviving. Once every decade, when the tattoo imprinted more designs on his body, he was always agitated a

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

And then I noticed a snake tattoo, elegantly etched onto his body. He got tattoos? Lucian isn’t a fan of tattoos. The black snake tattoo on his shoulder was truly a work of art. The texture of the snake's skin seemed to leap off his shoulder, giving it a lifelike appearance. The snake's eyes were particularly captivating, as they were jet black and seemed to stare right into your soul. Its gaze was intense and piercing, adding to the overall power and presence of the tattoo. Moving down his arm, another striking tattoo caught my eye. A beautiful rose adorned his skin, with delicate petals and intricate shading. The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lif

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

Much like the man himself! Asides from the writing the tattoo looks like Something older, darker, heavier than anything I’ve ever seen. It snakes across his chest in a pattern that feels… almost alive. There’s a drawing of a serpent or is it a dragon?, its body curling and twisting in a perfect ouroboros on the left side of his torso, scales etched so finely I swear I could almost feel them under my fingertips. His heart beats beneath it, steady, slow, eternal, and it’s like the tattoo moves with him, shifting slightly as he exhales.

They had been married for three years, and even though they had not been close, she had seen him without a shirt before and he never had any tattoos! Now, he had that phoenix rising from the ashes on his back, giving off a wild vibe. Evelyn figured he must have gotten it recently. He had been cruising around in fancy cars, showing off, and then, with that tattoo, he probably turned into a total troublemaker. What nobody knew was that Elio's tattoo was incredibly rare. It was made with the blood of a rainbow phoenix and the bird's feathers, each a different color, creating a stunningly vibrant pattern. The coolest part was that they would not see it in normal circumstances. It only showed aft