Sasuke Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

"A tattoo? What does it look like, Sage? Is it a mark of loyalty or something else entirely?" Sage took a deep breath, describing the tattoo in detail. "The tattoo is a circular symbol, intricately designed with mysterious patterns. It's unlike any markings I've seen within any pack. The lines are precise, and the symbol radiates an aura of secrecy." My mind raced with possibilities, trying to understand the implications of this discovery. "Could it be a symbol of an external influence? Is there a chance that an outside group or organization has infiltrated their pack?" Leaning forward, I locked my gaze with Sage, my voice filled with determination. "Sage, we must exercise patience and obser

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

And Alara is starting to regret that she just told Sasuke to take Lilith to the hospital ------ Sasuke age 16, the eldest son of the Yu family, thunder and earth double attribute magic swordsman, born with a pair of red and hook jade-like pupils, is a thousand years of rare genius, at the age of 8 years old, he discovered the three major skills of his pupils, the first to make people hallucinate, the second launch a black flame in general water can not be extinguished, and the third generation of a kind of bone armor, used for defense. Sasuke named these 3 skills 'Tsukido', 'Amaterasu' and 'Susanoo', and when someone asked him why he named them how he did, he said don't you think it's cool?

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

They looked fucking delicious. He wasn't affected by my staring as he went on to remove his pants, leaving him in shorts. Did he plan to train me when he got dressed this morning? Hell, did he think we could get any training done when he was looking like that? He had a full sleeve tattoo on his right hand that I was sure extended to his chest; a snake tattoo. And on his left arm were different small tattoos, most of which were writings. "I said training, tesoro." Alessandro's voice made my eyes snap up to his. "I didn't say you should gawk."

He pointed to his tattoos as he spoke. 'This is a tribute to Adrian," he said. He pointed at the tattoo that sat on the left side of his body just below his shoulder blade. It was the name Luca with a halo above it with angle wings on either side of it. Underneath it said, 'I am because you were'. "That's beautiful," I mumbled as I stood up and walked closer to him to get a closer look. "This is for Blade." On his arm was a dagger. The blade was cut in half and the word

The building stood weathered and forgotten, metal doors rusted at the edges, a place where no one would hear you scream. An unsettling chill crept up my spine. I exhaled slowly, gripping the steering wheel. Then, I saw him. Lucas. He stood beside a sleek black SUV, arms folded across his chest. His mirrored sunglasses reflected the setting sun, making it impossible to read his expression. The crisp white shirt he wore had his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing something I’d never seen before. A tattoo. Black ink stretched along his arm in bold, intricate patterns—sharp edges and hidden meaning.

Is he naturally built like this? Asher steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it’s a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It’s lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. “Layla told me about the tattoos in the Bratva,” I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. “What do these all mean?”

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.