Rwby Tattoos Novels & Stories

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

Lori- right back shoulder! Xander- no I have a tattoo on my back, in middle almost lower back. Lori- yes a Phenix on fire!.. but I am talking about the wing like tattoo. It's like a hidden inscription or something but it's really beautiful. Xander- i only have one tattoo!... Lori would you mind if my brother come over?.. Lori- no, i want to go check Rossy anyway so you two can talk. Xander- we are mates, you need to be here too.

Ohh, my sweet Rainey’s back . She had tattoos—Celtic knot bands around her right bicep and right ankle, and an image of rosary beads which lazily encircled her neck and draped serpentine down her spine—and holy Melba toast, how sexy he found them. Lawrie traced his fingertip along the pattern, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts smooth and hard and steady, traced the scrolling thorny rose vines which entwined the rosary beads themselves, on down to the ornate, double-barred Caravaca cross, tattooed right at the small of her back. He felt himself grow larger and he trembled, the familiar tingle in his sagging scrotum rising up into his abdomen; Lorraine’s muffled screams became one long satisfi

The skin of his ribs is inked with tattoos, and I squint to discern what they are, my hands reaching out to touch one in particular. I’ve never noticed it before, hidden amongst a tattoo of a forest treeline and a wild wolf howling at the moon. I reach out to trace my fingers over the letter ‘A’, and Brock flinches. I suck in a breath, peering up at him as his eyes come to mine. “It is for…?” I start to ask, but the look in his eyes tells me his answer before his lips do.

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Then a searing pain rips up my arm and he must feel it too as he cries out, but neither of us can let go. Then underneath the red woven bracelet, on my skin, I see a chain of black crescent moons circling my wrist. They are just the outline of a crescent and only a few millimeters in height, but there is no mistake that I now have a tattoo around my wrist. Looking at Oliver’s hand where we are still connected he has the same ring around his wrist. “What the hell was that Bitty?” He doesn’t let go, just looks surprised. “No Idea. It didn’t do that when I did the exact same incantation for Lil and Jena.”

I suck in a breath from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Asher rises to his feet and slowly unbuttons his white shirt, before removing it completely. I love his torso, especially since he already gave Ruby her birthday present early. He had her newest tattoo request made along his ribs. A purple and pink butterfly flying around a bunch of bubbles. I don’t know why Ruby chose it; she’s five, her imagination is adorable. Asher was all-to-happy to please his daughter and give her this simple gift. My heart swells seeing the symbol of his unending love for his daughter. It makes me feel even more excited to tell him the wonderful news I have for us.