Saw Blade Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

His eyes light up but he says nothing, just smiles a wicked smile. I run the blade over his thighs making a slash then licking it on each side, then higher, closer to his balls, and higher yet, directly next to his balls licking the cuts then sucking his balls. He moans deliciously as I suck his balls while carving my name in my native tongue right above that beautiful cock. I grab my phone photographing the beautiful work. Then I slice just above each of my breasts and his eyes go wide. “No! Don’t cut yourself!” He growls.

On Cale’s wrist, a tattoo. Not identical, but unmistakably similar. A circular pattern, sharp lines interwoven with precision. At one end, the lines formed the head of a snake, its fangs bared. On the other, the blade of a sword was etched into the design. A symbol that could not be mistaken. Naomi’s eyes widened instantly. The color drained from her face. Her gaze flickered between the tattoo and Cale himself, again and again, as if trying to convince herself she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was.

He also loves showing off his tattoos – he has tribal tattoos all over his chest and arms. Tattoos aren’t fun at the best of times, but they’re more painful for us wolves. We heal too fast and don’t scar easily so the only way to get tattoos is to use a tattoo gun made with pure silver because any injury caused by silver once healed leaves a scar. Gamma James’ tattoos are basically a giant warning sign screaming ‘I’m dangerous and pain means nothing to me.’ “Just once I wish my old man would wear a shirt,” whispers a voice beside me and I have to stifle a chuckle.

My beautiful, electric blue wigs. Julian had a dagger that she pulled from behind her, and forced my wrist up against the wall, holding It in place as she maneuvered the dagger with her other hand to where she could draw a small line on over my tattoo, and draw some blood. The beautiful, yet intricately woven lines of the rose petals wrapped into a flower that was wrapped around the endpoint of a sword. The blood smeared over it, but it was all too real. It was suddenly all too much for them to even begin to comprehend.

This time— It didn’t stop. Images flashed behind his eyes. Not memories. Not entirely. Fragments. A symbol carved in stone. A circle bound by chains. Two figures standing opposite each other— Blood running between them. A voice echoed. Ancient. Cold. “Bound by blood… sealed by blade…” Kael gasped, the vision snapping apart. He dropped to one knee, gripping the edge of the desk for support. Across from him, Lucien looked just as affected. “What did you see?” Lucien demanded.

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

But why couldn't she leave my damn mind alone? "Blade, we'll send his dead body tonight to Rex. Next time he wants to do something stupid, he'll have a rethink or better still, send someone smarter." "And the explosives?" Blade asked as he poured salt into a bucket filled with ice. "Keep them...or wait. I heard Widow's Bite is setting up a new tattoo station inside town. Let's pay them a little visit. I need new set of glowing tattoos." I said with a smirk, knowing fully well that Blade understood me perfectly.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.