Roman Numeral Tattoos Novels & Stories

I stopped. The tattoos I'd been catching fragments of for weeks were finally visible in their entirety, and they were — extensive. Dark ink covering both arms nearly to the wrists, climbing his chest and shoulders, wrapping around his back in patterns I couldn't fully read from here. A skull on his forearm, a snake threading through the eye socket, dark red and black. Words in Russian across his ribs — I could see them but not read them at this distance. On his chest, above his heart, a single phrase in Cyrillic I could just make out:

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

Lucas smirked as they were out of the forest and now staring at the busy street and a bar opposite them “I’m thinking more of batman and robin” Roman exhaled as he stared intently at the bar, “And I’m guessing you’re robin?” Lucas looked at Roman with the corner of his eye, typical of them to be joking around when they could be hearing screams from a distance in no time if legion decides to start his revenge plot. “I’m more of batman don’t you think?” Roman arched a brow at Lucas with a teasing yet devilish grin “And why is that?” Lucas asked but Roman was already walking across the street to get into the bar,

Upon waking up, Rose was surprised to see Roman in bed, working on his laptop, on heavens know what, looking like he was still naked, and as ravishing as ever. She was tempted to trace his tattoos with her fingers, and see if they were as callous as the man or not. One of the tattoos was of a coweb, with the number 1 on it, and it was stretching above his right shoulder. As for the second tattoo, she couldn’t make out what it was exactly, but covered the skin from shoulder up to his neck.

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl