Sasuke Tattoo Novels & Stories

Curico knew that using the blackmail would only take up 50% of the requirements needed to get Hsiao-Han to work under him, so, Curico promised to give Hsiao-Han what he wanted. Hsiao-Han complied. *** "So... you're the rumored Ox-King." Hsiao-Han murmurs as if he was only saying that to himself. Andreas turns to Yua and Logan behind him and smiles. "Step back a bit." Andreas moves closer to Hsiao-Han. If Andreas was already considered massive, Hsiao-Han overshadowed him significantly. Hsiao-Han's body is covered in scars overlapping tattoos covering his body. Hsiao-Han notices Andreas has tattoos as well, making him grin. "Do your tattoos have meaning?"

As they were responsible of why her cute and charming little sister experience hell and became like this— a coldhearted individual. This tattoo was the same on Aoi Akuma's nape, yet it has a different weapon penetrated on its skull. On Aoi Akuma, it was a dark blue bullet while on Zitrey it was a black sword with crimson light reflecting on the moon and dark clouds. Even the ball sockets were crying in crimson blood. Seeing this will envelop you with the vibe of creepiness. Moreover, the tattoo was covered in deep scars, like it was hit several times by a sharp weapon. And right now, a new wound was gonna leave it's marked on her sister's white skin, adding to the agony Kate felt. “Kate, you

Nate's hold on my hand tightens into a grip. Gosh, Killer is so massive. The side of his forehead is plastered with a bandage dotted with a large red stain, which is obviously blood. His upper lip is split, the bruise now swollen with a purple colouration. A long straight scar runs from the left side of his mouth up towards his earlobe. He is shirtless, his black tattoos covering every inch of the skin of his neck and chest and shoulders and abdomen. His tattoos make me wonder why Nate doesn't have even one. I thought it is like a formal tradition for all fighters to have at least two or more tattoos on their bodies. But damn, this guy's tattoos are like legions of dark ink crawling all over

His long black hair is tied in a bun at the back of his head, I see his look is like a knife, sharp and galactic colonies when he sees me. I have a feeling that his skin is the color of the galactic colonies of a blood moon and black tattoos run over his bare chest. Then, I realize that all the lines are precise and symmetrical on both sides of the body, I see that they start at his neck and travel like a maze over the rest of him, disappearing under the waistband of a ripped black jeans. He is a vision of dark virility. "Bom DIA, Karin Iwasaki," Deese Ale.

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.

he concluded. Luke closed his eyes, breathed hard, trying to focus, trying to recollect every detail of the attack. Then he opened his eyes, “I don't remember much since I was busy staying alive,” he laughed. “But I remember in fine detail. One of them…he had a tattoo. A small tattoo on the side of his neck. A bird, and an eagle I think.” Kate and Michael exchanged a quick meaningful glance. The words escaped their mouths at the same time, “The Project Manowa.”

she asked sweetly. "I’m..." Takuto’s mind raced. He had to think fast. "I’m practicing tattoos! Yeah, like the cool ones the older kids get..." The teacher laughed heartily, clearly entertained by his imagination. "What are you planning to tattoo?" Takuto, a master of improvisation, responded without skipping a beat, "The company logo." Teacher Yamada burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. "Oh, Takuto, you’re such a creative little one!" She leaned against the wall, still chuckling, unaware of the "Take down Kenta plan" scrawled on his arm in crayon.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

He smirked at her as he took another shot. "How do you know that?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Your tattoo, BT, uses a kind of sign that looks like a dragon bringing out fire from its mouth, I've heard of it," he replied with a simple shrug. Sage was still narrowing her eyes as she looked around him. "I don't see any tattoos, where are you from?" "Let's say no where" he shrugged again. She just shook her head and took a tiny cup then gulped it. She took the second one and banged it on the table before standing up.