Samurai Tattoo Cherry Blossoms Novels & Stories

Yang Xiao said lightly, “How can we not appreciate the cherry blossoms of our Kingdom of Heaven’s Sanctum in Japan?” Everyone knew that the cherry blossom was the national flower of Japan! As soon as Yang Xiao's words came out, countless unfriendly eyes were cast at him! Gong Ling’er hurriedly tugged on Yang Xiao’s sleeve, “Yang Xiao, what nonsense are you spouting?” Fujino Masayoshi stared at Yang Xiao with hostility. “Brat, what did you say?”

Directly behind me and shading the bench I perched against stood a towering Yoshino cherry blossom tree, its branches shading the chrysanthemums, orchids, and lilies scattered throughout the area. A cool breeze blew through the air and I smiled. I loved the time of transition. Spring was cool and all, but my magic was all summer and I felt the heat of Sumar roiling through my veins, thrashing against my control to keep it contained until the right time. It wasn’t time now. Not yet. Soon though. Soon, I’d be able to let Sumar out and I couldn’t wait. An approaching energy, so similar, yet nearly unbearably different from mine reminded me of my slip up. We. Soon we’d be able to give Sumar free

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Sam smiles, wipes his lips, and lies beside me. "Tela... tomorrow I'll show you something... something important." "All right," I whisper, laying my head on his arm and my hand on his chest. "The blood moon affects you if... if you're a... last night was the fifth blood moon of the fifth month." "The what of what?" "My tattoo... it's not a tattoo... it's a mark of-" "Oh, come on, Sam... finish a sentence. I don't understand anything you're saying." "I'm going to show you... I need to give you something."

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

Peace, my heart—they’re yours, whole. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, green eyes sweeping—Mara’s smirk, Jasper’s mug, Lila’s crown, pups’ chatter, Kevin’s warmth. “For the pack,” she said, voice firm, rising, staff in hand, Luna’s purr a vow. “No more curses, no more blood.” Lila raised a flower, pups cheering, hazel eyes blazing. “For Sam! For Kevin!” Spark yipped, tail a blur. Stars, Lila—forever bright!

He moves closer, stopping when he is nestled between my legs, his rock hard cock poking at my entrance deliciously. Softly, I run my fingers over his muscled shoulders, down his rock hard biceps, over his forearms, and back up. When I reach his shoulders once again I run my hands down over his chest, taking in every muscled ridge of his body. My fingers falter when I notice the tattoo placed lovingly over his heart. Okami. I place a kiss over the tattoo, receiving a groan of approval from Kenji. “I got this tattoo to remember our time in your parent’s garden.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers of awareness through me.

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam

I said to him. I remembered few days I was struggling with the thought of what to get him. Then I remembered the kamoyaki that is sewed on his suits. It doesn't look good being sewed up on it. So I designed myself the kamoyaki into a badge made of little bit of gold along with silver and a garnet carved into it. He came to me as he lifted my chin to look up at him. He let me up from the chair. "Why dont you put it on me Haru" he said.