Romans & histoires Ronin Samurai Tattoo Design

We stood on the fifty-yard line, side by side. Me: platinum waves loose under a black beanie, ruby eyes catching every flame. Seras: red streak glowing like a fuse, black-garnet eyes steady, maple pendant blazing crimson against her collarbone. Both of us wearing identical lockets that pulsed in perfect sync—森羅 kanji now permanently burned into a flaming maple crest on Seras’s, silver spiral on mine. The marching band had stopped. Cheerleaders frozen mid-pyramid. The entire crowd held its breath.

The result was flawless. After I finished, I sat in the corner and watched with interest as Hector took his turn. He had decided to finish the sleeve on his right arm, while Jonathan had chosen to tattoo his shoulder in a tribal Maori design. The two deeply respected Maori culture and were thrilled to get traditional Maori tattoos. Jonathan's tattoo symbolized resilience, while Hector's represented strength and courage. After a few hours, we finished and returned to the pack house. When we pulled up, a few guards stood by the front door. After getting out of the car, one of them stepped towards us before we had the chance to walk up the stairs.

His tattoos ran down his arms, intricate symbols that seemed to pulse with meaning, adding to the unapproachable air he carried. When Ronin finally glanced my way, I understood the real difference between them. His stare was ice. It wasn’t like Asher’s anger, which burned hot and furious, breaking like a storm. Ronin’s was measured, distant. There was no warmth, no hesitation—just a quiet, cutting edge that felt far more dangerous. He didn’t need to say a word. That look alone was enough to make someone feel like they didn’t exist. And then, just as quickly as he had looked at me, he turned away, his disinterest cutting deeper than any words could.

“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.

He ignores the topic of Natali, and I don't want to push it, so I ask no more. "Sam... what about your tattoo?" Sam locks eyes with me, as if he had been waiting for this moment to finally clear my doubts. "Well... the tattoo is the mark of our bloodline. Decades ago, wolves were born with it, but over time it started disappearing. Every lycan has to... well, pass through five trials." "Trials?"

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

I look away, uncaring of his presence, “Fuck you.” “Remi, please leave us,” Rowan takes off his shirt and a loud gasp escapes my throat. The amount of tattoos on his body. There is not a single bare skin. His both arms have scales of a colossal serpent as sleeves. Neatly drawn and colored. His whole broad chest and well defined torso is inked with the face of a fierce sea serpent with sharp teeth and fiery eyes. With symbolism and writing in a foreign language I have never seen before. My brain couldn’t keep up as he stalks towards me.

His tie slightly loosened around his neck, and the top two buttons of his shirt were open, clearly showing the tattoo on the side of his neck. A CAMELLIA flower was tattooed on the side of his neck. His long slender fingers were tapping the table in front of him as he wore a ring on his thumb with a symbol of a dragon on it. It was his symbol....very unusual. "Reason." He said...he said only one word but Samuel knew what he was asking about. He gulped and looked at Nicola before looking back at his boss. Nicola and Samuel were feared in the organization and by people but to think they will be sweating like this in front of their boss was enough to explain how powerful their boss was.

Valdis had them coated in silver. Ronan certainly isn’t the first person to be imprisoned in this area. He hears me approaching and starts whooping like a monkey. His tattooed face, a swirling black and blue pattern reminds me of the ancient stories about demons. The same pattern of blue and black trailed down his arms and torso. “Well, well, well, getting hungry already?” he crowed. His long limbs, still tense and muscular, gripped the bars tightly, making a show of how the burning sting of the silver didn’t bother him. The top of his head now has a slug like ridge where he was partially-scalped.

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.