Sasuke Eyes Tattoo Novels & Stories

(Sasu) “Oh….Nice to meet you Sosa..” “It’s an Honour to served you…Sire President…”. (Sosa) He looks extremely determined and also very nervous in front of me. The reason that I can determined the vary identities of a Shadow Beaver Clan was because of the natural birthmark on their flat tails. Every single individual were different, it was like their finger prints, Sasu had a crescent moon birth mark, as for Sosa was the full moon birth mark.

The dark blue ink felt like blood seeping across the paper. Vardan took the paper back with a satisfied expression. "Smart." The man moved forward as if to touch Sora’s cheek. Reflexively, Sora threw up his hand to block him. The sudden jerk caused the mallet in his hand to slip, striking Vardan’s exposed wrist. Vardan’s black sleeve shifted slightly from the impact. There, etched into his golden skin, was a small, hyper-detailed tattoo. A howling wolf with a single falling-star eye. The true mark of the Kaldreon clan. Sora’s blood turned to ice instantly.

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

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.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

The pack sigil is stamped over his heart. As if anyone needed reminding. His sleeves are pushed up to his forearms, and that damned tattoo curls over his skin. His hair is damp, like he’s already trained today. Or fought someone. Or run through the forest with the sole purpose of working off thoughts he doesn’t want. His jaw is tense. His mouth carved into that permanent line that says don’t test me. And his eyes… Gold. Burning. Locked straight on me the second he steps inside. Of course, there’s no ‘hello’.

He felt me tighten around him and knew I was close. "Baby, I want your eyes." I opened them for him and stared deep into his soul. His pace increased. His body constricted, and I toppled over the brink of ecstasy with Gray. Completely spent, I rolled over and stroked the tattoo that always caught my attention. "What does this stand for?" He winked at me and said, "It's Japanese for stallion."

He didn't seem to notice though, his eyes were far off and there was a small smile on his lips. Maya took the chance to really look at him, eyes tracing every inch and curve of his face. Of course, they were obscured by the mask but she knew every detail so well that she could remember everything even with the mask on. She knew that he had a small scar between his left eyebrow and lid. She knew about how slightly crooked his nose is which you couldn't notice from afar. She also knew that his eyes weren't really black but a dark shade of brown, it was so brown they looked black. Most importantly, she knew about the tattoo on the side of his right bicep, the one written in Latin which he said

{why is he looking mad? "Do you think this is a joke?" I shook my head negatively... {but I was serious about the new tattoo} ... "Do you even know how painful it is to see your mate on the verge of death?" his eye colour is now fluctuating between black and green... {oh, ohh}

This same man was his master, the man he had worked for five years, now sitting in front of him like a king on the coach, in his own house while he was at his feet. He was seated comfortably with one leg crossed on the other, in a black pants and a collared white shirt which tightly showed off his bicep. Four bottoms of his shirt were left unbuttoned and wide open which exposed the tattoo designed all over his chest, down to his waist. It was a tattoo of an eagle, whole wigs were spread wide to cover his full shirt. His dark straight hair was neatly glued to the back and grazing his shoulder while a strand of long hair fell across the side of his handsome face. His brown sparkling eyes were