Novel & Cerita Roman Numeral Date Tattoo Ideas

My eyes widened in surprise, for there was a tattoo of history on his right arm on his biceps. He stumbled back a step, and his head turned to me. I raised my gaze on his arm and saw the regiment in his raven-black eyes glowing like the sharp edge of a pocketknife. This date written on his arm was my date of birth.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

I concluded staring at the wall in front of us while my mind replayed all those endless nights when my heart felt so heavy I thought I wouldn't make it. "And it never did, right?" he asked calmly but my silence seemed to have given him the answer he needed. The other tattoo wasn't there the last time I had taken my time to trace every part of his body, which was over six years ago. This is no heart or design of any kind, it is a date, 16/04/2018, no design, no color, just plain and bold, so bold it was like he wanted it to be seen even from afar.

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

“Well, if you say so.” He laughed again, and I couldn't help but admire the sound of his voice. I looked at his arms; his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the tattoos on his wrist. The closest to his wrist was a date etched in elegant roman numerals, I had always been tempted to ask him what that date stood for, it must mean some important day for him. He also had a cute compass inked on his upper wrist. “The meeting is in thirty minutes, you might want to comb your hair and fix your tie.” I said softly, my eyes locked on his tousled hair, he had probably messed it up from running his hand through it.

And while I had tried my best to not ogle him while he had stood beside me, now I was having a hard time to not stare at his back, muscular legs and the tight arse that looked sexy as hell. I also noticed the numbers that were tattooed just between his shoulders. It wasn’t much elaborated just the, 12/03. It definitely meant something to him for it to be inked on his perfect flawless back that rippled with muscles. I wondered if those muscles would flex under my touch and if I placed kisses and trailed fingers down to his… I swallowed and looked away.

He thought again, "sinuous, dangerous and supremely sexual." One tattoo in particular was prominent and drew the eye; it was a bright red "slut stamp" very low on her lower back that was repeated low on her belly, just above the pubic mound. It said, in both locations, "Candy Slut to Paulo Zero." The words of the tattoo were in a pre-Columbian language that Barnes would never have a hint of. In addition, like a Bay area poster from the psychedelic era the tat's lettering was very stylized, even if it was in English it would be near impossible to read. Some English word fragments were visible in the edging and lines of the distorted shapes. Incorporated into the tat were sexual images and tri

Kane POV- “Ambush much? Rana, I told you, this my time with Alsie. You need to respect that.” I was in the bathroom inspecting this beautiful mark that had appeared on my neck, chest, back, and over my shoulder. Four wolves, a crescent moon, eye of Horus, the Sphinx, Great Pyramids, and a bat. The moon and the bat had a light blue outline, the Sphinx, and pyramids were outlined in gold. It was magnificent.

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.