Sasuke Tattoo Novels & Stories

Light spilling out. I move closer, staying in the shadows. And then I see him. Dante is at a sink, washing blood off his hands. His hair is wet—he must have showered. Water droplets are running down his bare back. His scarred back. With FARFALLA tattooed down his spine in elegant script. My name. My nickname. Permanently etched into his skin. I swallow hard, my eyes tracing the letters. Tracing the scars around them. Evidence of everything he survived. Everything he endured.

His shirt was cut open, exposing the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of old scars, and one intricate tattoo along his ribs, a coiled serpent devouring its own tail, inked in deep black with faint crimson accents that looked almost alive under the low light. As I traced the antiseptic-soaked cloth along the edge of the fresh wound, my fingers accidentally brushed the tattoo. Lucas inhaled sharply. His hand shot out to grip my wrist, but instead of pushing me away, he held me there. His thumb pressed against my pulse point, and I felt it race. “You keep saving people who don’t deserve it,” he murmured roughly. “You should have stayed away from me when you had the chance."

Darius shot his brother a scathing look, but Draven didn't flinch. “What tattoo?” Darius pressed, his voice cold. I wiped off the tears hastily and cleared my throat as I forced myself to speak. I needed to save him. “They normally have a red bird tattoo. The man I saw had it, if he's one of them he would have the tattoo behind his ears,” I answered. Darius frowned and stared at his guards, giving them a curt nod. I watched as they searched my father, yanking his head to the side and pulling at his collar for any sign of a tattoo but there was nothing.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

Her face was flushed with a fever. It took Kaze one look to eliminate the possibility of Ted dosing her. Sasha was ill. As her temperature rose, a colorful tattoo peeked out from behind her neck. It was not proper of Kaze to undress Sasha. From the visible markings, Kaze could tell that Sasha had a tattoo covering her entire back. Despite their brief encounters, Kaze got a good sense of Sasha’s character. Sasha was a down-to-earth girl from out of town. She was clearly not a young, tattooed rebel.

AVA The smoking nail. It was the trademark logo of the shadow assassins. At the moment, it was tattooed against Venom's skin, the dark ink standing out against his pale skin. "Cool tattoo you have there" I commented. He turned to look at me, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's been a while since I got it. You like tattoos?" "Yeah. I've never had a chance to get one."

Hanzo nods his head before taking my hand in his then gets up and pulls me to the bathroom. “Thank you, once I rinse the blood off you can take a bath if you would like. I can leave you to relax or help you with your hair and keep you company,” Hanzo drops his blanket and walks into the shower and starts the water. I can’t help my eyes wandering over his back tattoo of a samurai with an orange and red koi fish, waves, and various flowers. His tattoos create a full suit covering his entire torso moving down his butt and the backs of his thighs.

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.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.