Saw Blade Tattoos Novels & Stories

His obsidian eyes locked mine instantly, dragon tattoo flashing at his throat as the blade whirled. Rourke spun, pliers, clattering, meaty paw diving for the holstered Glock. Too slow. Kenji surged, katana slicing air whisper-deadly, carving deep into Rourke's forearm—fabric parting, muscle sheared clean, arterial spray painting concrete crimson arcs. Harlan bellowed, gun skittering useless, clutching the ruin as blood jetted hot.

“I prefer a double bladed sward.” “I know. Vincent told me. That is why I bought you this.” Ethan grabbed a box that I didn’t realize was even there. Pulling out the most beautiful set of blades I had ever seen. They each had a tri-angled blade with three prongs at the base. Once twisted together, they made up one long double-bladed sward. Each handle was custom to fit my smaller hand, but he had it engraved. “Luna Grace…” Etched into the blades in delicate script, I was blown away.

With that in mind, Blade started to go crazy. He let out an angry roar as he shot forward like an arrow, rushing at Chris once again. There was a crazed look in his eyes and he was determined to injure Chris at all costs! He shouted out, "Die!" The chakram in his hand sent out five slashes in a row. All of them emitted a chilling glint. The five slashes contained incredible killing intent. In a flash, they appeared in front of Chris. Chris let out a light laugh as he formed seals once again, causing starlight to surround his body.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Each man wore the mark. Different symbols etched into skin: a serpent coiled around a sword on the left forearm of one, twin wolves snarling beneath a bleeding moon on the wrist of another, a skeletal crown on the palm of a third, and a phoenix swallowing its own tail just above the elbow of the last. Each tattoo pulsed faintly, dark and ancient, remnants of an allegiance born of secrecy, ambition, and old blood.

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

'He is a healer, and I guess when you live to his age you won't let anyone talk you out of what you want to do. Elijah noticed a teeth mark tattoo on Sabu's arm. Peter put his hand on Elijah's shoulder and mouthed "no" to him. Peter had a large thin tattoo going down his back in a line that looked like a sword wound. As Elijah looked around at the other four men he realized they all had various tattoos. Sabu had multiple small black lines crisscrossing on his shoulder blades. Heinrich had a German word on his back that had multiple cut scars through it.

I bit my lip hard as I stared at him. He turned his back to me, using his hands to comb his hair backward. His back... fuck. His back was even hotter. My eyes caught the ink on his shoulder blade, a dragon, bold and coiled like it belonged there. Its wings stretched slightly down his spine, detailed with sharp lines and dark shading. It was a tattoo that looked alive, like it was watching me through him. Just below it, a long scar trailed down his lower back and curved slightly toward his waist. It was faded but deep. I wondered what caused such a huge scar.

Their low crafting levels made the products too crude to function, and instead, he made them go with the other crafters to grind. Another welcomed addition was a new magical device that the tribe invented, using his concept of making small enchantments and combining them in a complete artifact. The result was the crystal power saw. "Even if it's expensive, i can't say that I'm not satisfied..." The blade was a circular sheet of diamond with little "dents" that worked as the teeth of the saw. It got permanently enchanted with [Enhanced durability] and [Sharpen], so it would be easier to work with wood. A copper rod connected the blade with the "mechanism" inside the wooden frame. It consisted

I picked up a sharp blade and twirled it in my hands while I approached. "Do they have any connection to each other?" I asked. James started tapping on his device quickly before sighing; while I waited, I trailed the tip of my blade over his jaw down his chest to where he had a tattoo-type brand that looked like a crest of sorts. It looked like a pitchfork with a snake wrapped around it, no bigger than a coin, but nonetheless, it meant something, given how Simon's eyes flashed when I touched it with my blade. No doubt, it was an initiation for the trafficking ring he worked for.