Roronoa Zoro Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Please show your ID and sign the marriage form." Lorenzo pulled out the Corsica signet ring. As he handed it over, his sleeve slipped— Fresh ink on his wrist. Sofia's initials, wrapped in a red rose. The priest, totally clueless, smiled. "How sweet! A tattoo! You two must be head over heels." Lorenzo flinched, yanked his sleeve down. He shot me a quick look—awkward, almost guilty. I stayed stone-faced. Then his tone turned sharp.

“Of course. Even if I don’t recognize you on the spot, I eventually will. It’s called ‘lovers’ telepathy.’” At this moment, Orion was trembling as he held my right hand. He seemed extremely nervous. He clenched his jaw, and sweat started to form on his forehead. Then, he flipped my hand over and exposed my wrist. My skin was a little darker, so it was hard to tell if there was a tattoo on it. There was also a black knife scar. He instantly let go of my hand and let out a long sigh. “I knew it wasn’t her.” The truth was I had cut the tattoo away.

My friends and I were on the dance floor when I felt a pair of eyes watching me. My gaze locked with a young man who was a few years older than me. He had a tattoo on his hand that was a rose with a knife through the center of it. He was eyeing me up and down, in a way I’d noticed boys at school sometimes did. My friend, Kira Barinova, was there and I whispered to her, "Kira! Do you know who that man is?” Kira glanced over, and her eyes widened. “I don’t know about him personally. But I know that tattoo means that he’s a Ramono.”

It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I wouldn’t keep her in the dark about it. Walk into the room and see Joker with a new tattoo on his forearm; it appears to be a symbol and a pattern of something ancient. Something you would think a warrior would choose for himself for protection. All of his tattoos made no sense to anyone but Joker. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to question him. Glancing over at Queenie, I see her left forearm has black lace starting to connect the empty spaces to complete her sleeve. It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin.

Closer. Closer. Closer. “A tattoo,” I yelled. “They both had the same tattoo.” How did I miss that earlier? “Are you sure?” Prince Dante asked. “Positive, Master. I remember it now. Coral had a tattoo on her right forearm and so did Zane.” Master went quiet for a minute, then he asked. “Can you describe the tattoo?” “It was a cross in the midst of thorns.” When Coral raised her hands to pierce my neck, I saw it.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

Dabbing over the wound of the Ryuu made the guy clutch his hand into a tight fist hissing and bitting over the cloth on his mouth. The heart tattoo on his wrist with the wings on it in the middle has the initial of R and K. With the arrow bottom going in and out of the heart. "He was the sinner not like you must be worst than you" Takeshi mumbles applying the cream carefully over the corner, placing the cotton over it at the end warping the white bandage around his wound. Ryuu turns his gaze at the boy who has his head bending down rolling the bandage on his wrist. He really can't say or make out what he is really saying as the voice starts to go far and far in the distance.

I approach the covered painting board and try to look under it. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Shouts a male voice. His voice invades in me chills, warm chills and when I turn to look at the person who shouted of anger, I realize it is still him. Zack Torneur, with a tower attached around his waist, living his naked well-sculptured chest seen with his wings tattoo. When I analyze him more deeply, apart from his curly hair and his light brown eyes, he has a light stubble beard. On his forarm the word GO in very big capital letters had been tattooed, on his biceps a big moon tattoo and on his thorax a rose surrounded by thorns. All this tattoo? What for? It seems he has other tattoos, but right n

He moved me until I was a rag doll in his hands, until we both shattered together. After, his words melted me: “I want a mark—a tattoo. Something to show I belong to you.” My heart soared. I marked him with magic—a gray wolf, staring at a full moon encircled by my name. It suited him. It suited us. He admired it in the mirror while I slipped into a silk robe and padded down the hall to peek at the babies. The corridor was silent. Until I saw him. Renzo. Lurking near my door, his eyes were dark pools of hunger. His erection strained his pants. He must have heard us.