Rinnegan Eye Tattoo Novels & Stories

A large tattoo covered the centre of his naked torso and several faint scars litter his body, telling stories of battles of the past. I look up and I’m met with an angled sharp jaw, a light stubble that gives him a messy sharp look and a pair of eyes that I don’t think I will ever forget, despite the thick lashes or the unique violet colour of his eyes that make him look dangerously beautiful, they hold no life. There is nothing but a coldness within them. A deadly energy around him. One that even makes my stomach twist. ‘Who is he…’ Evelyn mutters. ‘Let’s find out’ I whisper back, as if he would hear me.

I keep asking the wrong questions. Reneeira finally decides to pop her head, wanting the front seat, and I let her. I could feel how my eyes changed from their usual brown to the black and red of hers. For looking like a reverse panda with black fur and white dots, Reneeira has the most beautiful and captivating eyes.

he drawled, "took you long enough. I was beginning to think you had changed your mind about spending the weekend with me." I rolled my eyes but could not help the smile that tugged at my lips. "Dream on, Killian," I replied, climbing into the passenger seat as he held the door open. Killian was hard to ignore—he was a huge guy, broad-shouldered and tall, with a presence that demanded attention. His dark hair was always a bit unruly, a perfect contrast to his sharp jawline and intense green eyes. His left arm was covered in a sleeve tattoo, the ink swirling down his arm in an intricate design—black lines, shaded geometric patterns, and symbols that I could not fully make sense of but seemed t

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Ragnar turned to a large stone desk and pulled a piece of paper off it to show to me. The parchment had an incredible sketch of a bear with vines sprouting above and below. It would fit perfectly on my arm, a full sleeve of black ink. I was thrilled. I wasn't sure how it would fit on Fynn since he already had so much ink, but I realized Ragnar had managed to perfectly recreate the vines that Fynn already had. He would just layer the bear onto his existing tattoo, so the two of us would have matching left arms. It was perfect. Fynn went first, settling into the chair Ragnar set out for him. They chatted easily while Ragnar worked, and I wondered what it would be like to learn that kind of art

Gildeon followed his gaze and saw a strange sigil glowing faintly beneath the skin. But something else drew Gildeon’s attention. An owl tattoo on the other arm. The design was almost identical to Arah’s—stylized in the same way. It wasn’t a sigil, but real ink. When Gildeon activated his dragon vision, it shimmered faintly with blue light. Magical. And familiar. “Captain,” Eitan said, hesitant, “should we kill him?” Gildeon glanced at Yadira. Her beast form was locked in fury, but he shook his head.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

Perhaps he has already figured out a solution and is planning on sharing it with me later on. Our conversation was interrupted by Eon's entrance. As captivating as ever, my gaze instantly draws to the vivid tattoo adorning his neck. It's a fierce wolf, one you see on many Alphas. However, what set this one apart was that it's a masculine Lycan wolf standing on its hind legs and rendered in stunning detail by the artist.

Oh my God. I walk away with fright. “It's of my eyes.” I point at his tattoo. I cover my mouth with my hand. “You wanted to see, so don't be scared,” he says. He takes his pajama shirt off the sink and tosses it into the hamper beside the huge sink. “It's my eyes. I can see it,” I say, perplexed. “That is the intention when drawing something on your body, right Selena.” He says it like it's not so obvious. “I love the sparkle in your eyes, especially in the sunlight when they get lighter. And there are shards of honey colour in them.”