Novel & Cerita Oblivion Tattoos

The reports echoed off the warehouse walls, then faded into the quiet hiss of the sea outside. The two captured men shuddered violently before going limp. Giovanni’s breathing slowed again, but as he turned to walk away, something caught his eye on the skin of one of the men he had just shot. Beneath the torn, blood-soaked shirt of the second man, just under his left breast, was a black ink tattoo. It was bold and had a design of interlocking blades, wrapped around a single symbol he couldn’t place. “Dante.” His voice cut through the stillness.

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

He came at Eolan with twin blades, fast as lightning. Eolan sidestepped, shadow flicking upward to wrap one arm. The man spun with inhuman agility, slicing through part of the shadow itself—a feat Eolan had only seen once before. “Not normal,” Eolan growled. The man’s helmet shifted just enough for Eolan to glimpse a pale tattoo curling over his jawline—an ancient mark of the Obsidian Creed. “You’re a long way from the southern temples,” Eolan said, even as they circled each other.

I gasped, “Clark… You we’re invincible right now?” “I’m not that foolish to make these mortals watch me brand my mate” His voice became softer, “Now you can hear my thoughts and with his mark, I can find you anywhere even under the layers of earth” He lifted his sleeve, revealing a small snake tattoo on his arm, “This is the Nobu” He explains, “This is the mark that binds a Vampire to his mate” I stared in disbelief, “You did what? Are you crazy?” “It is tradition my dear” he chuckled darkly.

His hands held the railing as he leaned on it, putting some of his weight on his hands and looking at the ocean. I was relieved to find him there. Standing behind, I looked at his back and for the first time, I actually looked at the tattoo on his back, near his torso right in the middle, where his spinal cord was. It was an inverted cross with snakes wrapping around it. It was demonic. He was demonic. I mean who gets an inverted cross tattooed on their body? I walk to him and stand a few feet behind. “Why are we still here?” I ask looking at his broad back, scrunching my eyes due to the bright sun.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

Or I did not care that much to ask about it. “This is very unusual. I wonder if Tatiana knows anything about this type of tattoo. Or whatever this is.” His fingers move to the mark he put on me—a mark of love and commitment. “It is almost healed. Same as mine.” I look at it—it is placed next to the Crown of Fire. Suddenly, I realize something. “Wasn’t it supposed to be on the other shoulder?” “It’s the left one in Avalon.” “Strange.” Caleb is about to tell me about what happened to him after he was taken by the feral rogue when something strange makes us stare at each other. Something that I did not expect. I never thought it would be possible. Not for me, at least.

I also had a few buttons undone on my bottom shirt to show off some of my tattoos and my sculpted muscles. I have a lot of tattoos on my body they each mean something. The one on my bicep is in Latin 'Obsidian est vita mea' which means My life is obsidian. On my back, chest, and stomach I have some tattoos related to my family, my inner gang, and to my gang. I have some on my hands but they represent me and some of the ones on my arm. I leave my room to find my inner gang. I find all of them in the living room drinking some of my very expansive bourbon.

But now I became hesitant even though I was excited in the forest. Seeing my hesitation, Evelyn sucked on my waist. "Step up; Alpha is waiting for you." Done, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a tattoo. "My tattoo is here." This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance. It's a very delicate tattoo. The symbol of the Black Moon, surrounded by a black moon, in the center is an image of a mighty black wolf sitting with its back to the moon. It's haughtily, as soon as I saw it, I loved it.