Rinnegan Eye Tattoo Novels & Stories

“That would be most beneficial. What do I need to do?” “Nothing just take my hand.” Aspen lets me hold his hand and he watches me. I see a look of shock from him as I feel the warmth flow from me into Aspen. My eyes must’ve turned color again. I let go of his hand. “That was amazing I could feel your energy flowing into me.” He looks at his wrist. “What is this?” “I’m sorry I should’ve warned you. It appears when I grant gifts you also get a tattoo.” “Interesting, this is the symbol for dragon’s eye,” Aspen informs us. It’s just a triangle that has lines from each point meeting in the center of the triangle, it doesn’t look like a dragons eye. Aspen sees the look of confusion on everyone’s f

Like the weird kind of staring that makes you feel like you have something on your face or something in your teeth. “What are you all staring at?” I query. Rian snaps out of whatever fucking trance he’s in and is by my side looking at me weird too. "Baby, when did you get a tattoo on your arm?" Huh? I look down to see what looks like a tattoo on my right forearm of what looks like a sword covered in vines. It's beautiful and intricately done. "Huh, well it looks like this is the blessing from the Goddesses," I murmur.

Why would be they inked on a guy who hates the peace and always want violence in his life? I can see another tattoo on his arm. It is a black rose and a pair of eyes looking so much hurtfully to those flowers. They seemed to have lots of stories behind those painful eyes. And on another eye, I can see it is inked but I actually don’t know what is inked over there cause the nurse is kind of holding his hands and doing dressing over it. “Can I get your number?” I hear the nurse's voice. I don’t know but I suddenly start to grow the buds on my skin. I strongly feel that she did something mistake right now and he won’t forgive her for that I guess.

Deciding not to interrupt, I rest my weight on one knee and fold my arms across my chest, my eyes ravaging his half naked body. The tattoos along his arms flex and relax with each repetition, ink stretching, contracting and settling again. Ryat, unlike his father and brother, is the type to get tattoos on a whim, so there's a lot of them, mumbled and jumbled, all fighting for the spotlight. The entirety of his back is sprayed with ink ranging from wild animals, to reptiles, to random objects. The most prominent on his back is a crowned lion sitting on the left side of his shoulder blade. There are scales running along his skin like he'd hoped to be a serpent but instead got molded him into m

Nina blinked in confusion and looked behind her. Nina’s reflection in the mirror was exquisite. Her pale skin was littered with dark red marks. The parts of her body that were not wrapped in the blanket showed how she had been loved the night before. Her hair was a mess but it had a charming effect on her slim figure. The most noticeable thing about her appearance would be the tattoo-like drawing on her neck. Nina’s eyes widened as she immediately remembered. Rogan had marked her. The drawing on her pale neck was Rogan’s mating mark.

As I make my way down his neck and to his collar bone with my lips, a glimps of a tattoo that moves down his back catches my attention. Rin turns to the left to look at the place that is currently holding my interest before his gaze rises to meet my eyes. “I have a tattoo of a dragon that runs along my back.” His husky voice relays to me just as he lifts himself so he can capture my lips with his own, his fingers digging in to tangle with my curly locks.

When I open my eyes, Carnelia is glowing. Golden light just under the surface of her skin radiates out from the center of her torso in waves, rippling and fluid, hot like a desert wind. Her new tattoos are white hot to the touch, burning like the sun's core, illuminating the space right above the mark I placed on her mound during our initial mating. When she opens her eyes, she looks up at me with so much love and trust. They are also the feature showing the most striking and condemning change. Carnelia's eyes are glowing brightly, flaring with each pulse, a true liquid gold, unlike anything I have ever witnessed before in any creature of Terra. They are almost celestial, like my mother’s ki

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

Why this feeling? The tattoos were the second thing. Riven didn't have them when I left so he must have gotten them not quite long after. The dark ink spread across his chest and down to his left arm, trailing over his shoulder and disappearing around his ribcage. It wasn't decorative. Nothing about Riven was decorative but it carried meanings. Beautiful meanings...they were very beautiful... 'Stop it!' I dragged my eyes away and fixed them somewhere neutral for a few seconds so I could relax my brain a little before my eyes strolled over to them again.

The eyes of the wolf glow with white ink, glowing faintly under the overhead light. Scars…deep, long and old–slash through parts of it, like he earned both the ink and the pain layered underneath. I am staring too much and I force myself to look away. And immediately regret it. Because my eyes land on Nico. He's lifting weight, tattoos on full display, biceps bulging with each curl. His sweatpants ride low on his hips, teasing the dangerous V-line. His tattoo is sprawled across the left side of his chest, creeping down his ribs and disappearing into his pants. And another, a burning rose, thorns curling into flames that occupied his left arm and hand is rendered in dark, smoky ink.