Novel & Cerita Saw Blade Tattoos

Ironically made with the same materials and magic Selene's katana was made from, plus the enchantment specially performed by a great wizard friend of theirs. He remembers that dagger from the last time they had this same encounter. It's easy to say that most of the time, vampires and werewolves will heal easily and will not be left with scars; but the last time they fought, Blake had cut him across his shoulder with that same dagger, and he still had a great scar to remember him by. He slowly grabs the katana, taking advantage that everyone has their eyes on both Blake and Selene. But Tyler stops him, making him drop it on the ground.

“A red tattoo depicting a wolf, an axe and a sword?” Roman looked at her, furrowing his brows. “Yes. How did you know that?” “That’s because I’ve seen him before.”

He seemed to be in an unnaturally deep sleep, almost as if something had knocked him out. Was he drugged? I had no clue, but the fact that he hadn’t stirred even with my presence in his room was unsettling. And then my eyes drifted to his body—beautiful and imperfect. There was a scar on his right rib cage, the kind that only came from a blade. Though faint, I could tell it was an old wound, healed over time. Another one ran along his collarbone, slightly darker, as if the wound had been deeper, perhaps more brutal. But it was the tattoo over his heart that caught my attention the most—a sword, inked deep into his skin, standing tall, like a symbol of war, power, and destruction.

Her bewildered gaze trailed over the dark ink stretching across his upper back, eyes filled with awe and astonishment. The intricate design pulsed with power and raw masculinity, it was meant for him. A pair of formidable wings sprawled across his shoulder blades, their sharp edges carved with precision. Between them stood an unwavering sword, a bold declaration of rebellion and his untamed spirit. As soon as she realised what she was doing, guilt pricked her and she looked away. The tattoo was hauntingly beautiful. So dark yet enchanting. She had never seen it before.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

Pressure settled over my shoulders, heavy and intimate, like hands bracing me in place. Kael drew a blade from his belt, It wasn’t ceremonial in the way pack weapons were, there were no jewels, no polished silver. The metal was dark, etched with symbols that seemed to move if I stared too long. “You don’t have to watch,” he said. I didn’t look away. He cut his palm cleanly and blood welled fast and bright, steaming faintly in the cool air. The sigil flared red beneath his feet, lines lighting up like veins.

At the moment of its completion, a lightning bolt struck the blade, searing it with its current dark red hue. When it tasted blood, the saber would turn a deep, glistening crimson, living up to its fearsome name. Howard grunted, taking the saber with a stern look on his face.

His men had done quite an impressive job on their victim. Leaning forward, a sharp tool flashed in his tattooed hands as he spoke ...his personal favourite weapon. A double blade dagger with his initials engraved on its side "This is what we're going to continue doing, for every wrong answer you give I'll rip off one of your body parts ...there's plenty you don't need to be alive" he paused, to see the desired effect of his words on the man.

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

“It’s exactly what you think it is.” He chuckled and held his jacket open, showing the jangly letters and the picture of a chainsaw blade made to look like it was running him through from behind complete with garish red blood stains. “That it is,” he said with an impish smile, “We got a copy of that one in if you want it.”