Saw Blade Tattoos Novels & Stories

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

Hated him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, the sheets slipping away and pooling on the bed, leaving nothing between his bare skin and my eyes. His back muscles rippled as he moved, and there it was—the ink etched across his shoulder blades: "Veni, Vidi, Vici." I came. I saw. I conquered. Running down his spine was a tattoo of a dagger, flanked by two cobras coiled around its blade, each poised to strike the other.

he growled, his voice as sharp and cold as the knife in his hand. The room descended into chaos. Screams. Shuffling feet. Frantic eyes. But even as everything spun out of control, my gaze remained fixed on one thing: the tattoo on his forearm. That symbol. I knew it. Where…? The same circular emblem with jagged edges that looked like a burst of flame—I’d seen it before. I sensed something ominous about that mark but I had no time to think about it. The situation was getting out of control and I could see the Luna he captured was shivering in fear and that blade was already making a prominent wound.

Blade said, gesticulating with his hands. Everyone watched him in silence. I also gawked at the monstrous tattoos that covered the overgrown ape's neck. "Rumors have been circulating about a rat in our mafia, Boss," Blade said while looking at me. Why the hell is he staring at me? I slammed my fist hard on the table, causing a loud thud. Two mature males cringed in their chairs. "Then find out who the rat is," I said with a sinister laugh. You are already dead if one of the men is here. Understood?

Recently dropped. The blade itself bore a small, familiar sigil near the base, etched, so finely you could have missed it if you didn’t know where to look. A stylized fang. Nightfang’s mark. Rin’s hand went cold around the hilt. “Kael,” she said quietly. He turned. His gaze dropped to the knife, then snapped back up to hers. The line of his shoulders went rigid. “Is that—” Talia began, peering over Rin’s other shoulder. “Ah. Shit.”

Travis was using zig zag sprint cutting through wolves both the fighters and the others that were powerless. "Demon blades" Ray called producing a white circle with the devil sign encrypted in it summoning the blades. He held the blade with his left hand and dashed forward to Travis. Travis was fast but he cant be has fast as a Ragon, a pure blood like Ray. Ray cut through his waist and halted at his back. "Get the fuck out" Ray said and Travis also laughed in pain. Travis pulled out his sword about to strike Ray but was stopped by James who blocked his strike with his demon blade which was red in colour.

He seethed angrily and hissed. Raze ignored him and sat down, sighing in frustration. “ I saw a tattoo this time around in one of of their wrists, pyramid shape with three dots at the top.” Brent immediately knew what he was driving at and shook his head. “Don't tell me you're still having nightmares! Because that tattoo isn't real!” “Don't piss me off Brent, I know what I saw and a search must be conducted.” He fired back and Brent placed a mid finger on his forehead.

Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.

Abhi had noticed the symbol before but had never understood its significance. With deliberate care, Rudra aligned the symbol on the ring with the one on the knife. The moment the two symbols touched, a transformation began. The knife started to glow, the light emanating from the blade growing brighter and more intense. Abhi watched in astonishment as the small knife elongated, its form shifting and expanding until it became a majestic sword, nearly three feet in length. The blade shimmered with a brilliant blue light, casting ethereal patterns across the walls of the room.

Her teeth were chattering, and she didn't even know it. In one swift move he took off his jacket and draped it around her front. Then, he led her to a corner, right under a streetlight, keeping his hands on her shoulders as he peered closer at the wound. It was pulsing. Black veins surrounded the red gash, contrasting against the dried blood like spiderwebs. The dark tendrils were slowly retreating, the cut itself closing up, but there was no mistaking the signs, the marks. This was created by a Sygnian blade, the same material Navea had almost used on Kat.