Sasuke Eyes Tattoo Novels & Stories

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

The black ink that stained his skin was visible through the thin white tee he wore and his black jeans fit him snuggly, tattoos peaking past his ankles and on his feet. Doing a sweep over his frame, I brought my eyes to his and paused when I saw that they were steely silver. Gritting his teeth, he bit against his molars and attempted to calm himself. By the way, his eyes kept flashing silver to green and back, I knew he wasn't winning his inner battle. I gradually made my way to him, stepping up on the tip of my toes and brushing my lips against the glowing purple mark at the crook of his neck, "Speak to me, what happened."

The two noticed it was only Yamato. Without his cloak Yamato's heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The most notable tattoos were the kanji on his left arm that read "Even humans can be gods" while on his right it was a man climbing a spider's thread. He was wearing a tight black shirt, black gloves, and black pants. His face had a stern expression that seemed almost frozen with how stiff it was. "Where are the others?" Peter asked. 'You'd think he was a grim with that outfit.' Oliver thought.

The eyes of the wolf glow with white ink, glowing faintly under the overhead light. Scars…deep, long and old–slash through parts of it, like he earned both the ink and the pain layered underneath. I am staring too much and I force myself to look away. And immediately regret it. Because my eyes land on Nico. He's lifting weight, tattoos on full display, biceps bulging with each curl. His sweatpants ride low on his hips, teasing the dangerous V-line. His tattoo is sprawled across the left side of his chest, creeping down his ribs and disappearing into his pants. And another, a burning rose, thorns curling into flames that occupied his left arm and hand is rendered in dark, smoky ink.

His husky voice seemed like a promising warning to her and she fluttered her eyes open. His dark eyes and devilish side smirk didn't seem sincere to her at all. But from the close she dared to see his face clearly, that dark spot was actually a tattoo which was a black snake. Half of it was drawn on his temple area and the other half started from the under corner of his left eye, running across his left cheek, sinking to his ear. She could tell that under that tattoo was the deep scar which was perfectly hidden by the art. He looked scary with that thing, like a demon. Cruel Damon.

It’s the most beautifully haunting mess I’ve ever had the chance to witness, to breathe in and feel up close. Just before I got to my locker, he sent me a picture of himself, half-naked with droplets of water traveling down his cut abdomen. He has two small tattoos—two lines of script at the top of his right pectoral muscle. One is in Arabic and the other is in Japanese. I don’t understand the first, but the second is a saying in Japanese that literally translates to ‘I want mine.’ Yeah I can read Japanese, I took classes cause I really loved watching anime. And I really didn't understand what the meaning of his tattoo meant.

“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.

The dark patches between the rooms made it seem eerie and didn't help calm me at all. A loud scream tore through the hallway and I booked it back out just in time to see Ms. Suzy darting around the corner with abject terror on her face. She kept glancing behind her as if something was following her. Half a second later, a soul eater came skidding around the corner with its black eyes never leaving its target.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

she replied, playfully rolling her eyes as she climbed into the truck. Damon closed the door behind her and quickly walked around to the driver's side. As he slid into his seat, he glanced over at her, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Seriously, though, are you okay? You seemed a bit off yesterday." Her presence beside him filled the truck with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. He couldn't help but feel a protective instinct towards her, mixed with a burning desire to unravel the mystery she presented. Aqua's silver hair shimmered in the morning light, and her ember-like eyes held a depth that drew him in.