Realistic Poseidon Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

Silas had servants, similar to his body type and others of fishlike qualities on two legs, brought in food and drinks. Poseidon sat in the overly large decorative chair, colored with turquoise, blues, and hints of orange. One hand went to hold up his red beard as he leaned on the arm. Loki’s eyes went to the food, stuffing his face like he did earlier his turning dark and his eyes glowing red.

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

He smirked, that arrogant curl of his lips that said he knew every filthy thought in my head. Beside him, was Hades, darker, leaner, in a charcoal button-down open at the throat, revealing inked runes that glowed faintly. His black hair fell in waves, eyes like polished obsidian, promising depths I'd drown in. He moved with predatory grace, a shadow come to life. Poseidon flanked them, sun-kissed skin, wavy auburn hair, dressed in a linen shirt rolled to his elbows, exuding that salty sea vibe even underground. His green eyes sparkled with mischief, but his grip on the air around him felt like crashing waves.