Shin Godzilla Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Yeah. I'm ready," Seira nodded. She moved back. "Okay. First, before I ask about the lady downstairs. I want to know why my tattoo feels itchy," With her words, she stretched her hand out and Hunter looked down at the lotus flower tattoo, concealing the half-moon mark on her wrist. "Itchy?" Seira nodded. "Yes. It glowed too, a couple of times then it got itchy, so bad I nearly scratched off my wrist," Hunter stared blankly, trying to come up with the best explanation, and when he did. He sighed. "Seem like you are really the half of the Marshall. Tell me, have you felt linked with anyone, an Omega? Did you feel connected somehow?"

I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back. "That's the tattoo? Seriously? I don't want it." I said and shook my head I don't want that tattoo because it's so ugly! "Me too, I don't want it." Augustin said as he touched the symbol on Hideo's back. "That's all Daddy Morfeo!" Hideo said as he faced us again.

Why get the tattoos now? You have changed me, he signed, then reached for his belt buckle. She was no longer afraid he might try to have sex with her when she wasn't ready. Now she was curious. He dropped his pants, stepping out of them and kicking them away. Shaun saw the new tattoos immediately. Two eight-pointed stars, one on each knee. Other than a serpent tattoo snaking across his hip and disappearing into his pubic hair, he'd had no tattoos on the bottom half of his body until now.

Chapter Thirty Four Nina “How can I take this mark off?!” I went to the bathroom to shower and get down with my business before Alpha Aiden’s soldiers will come to take me away to serve my punishment by working on his mother’s garden when I noticed that Alpha Aiden’s hickey is still on my neck and it has magically transformed into some kind of half moon shaped tattoo. I once thought of getting a bunny tattoo just slightly above my belly button but I chickened out when I saw the tattoo gun.This moon shaped tattoo on my neck feels and looks so much different and mysterious from the regular tattoos.

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.

“You’re sure no shifters had this mark?” He gave a single nod. I studied the tattoo—a serpent coiled through a three-headed skull, each skull bearing the distinct features of a mamba, a cobra, and a viper. A flicker of recognition stirred in my memory, but I couldn’t place it. Pulling out my phone, I snapped a picture. “I’ve seen this before—just can’t remember where. I’ll dig into it from my office. Thanks, Doc.” He acknowledged me with another nod before sliding the body back into its cold drawer.

When I don’t move for a good ten seconds, he shoved the thing in my face. Taking the paper, I turned it over, looking at the sketch. “It looks like Medusa,” Indra says. “Male version of Medusa,” the sketch was as Indra had said, the typical drawing of Medusa, but instead it was a male. His eyes are white, wide and panic stricken. His mouth is covered by a black duct tape, his head full of snakes. “What does this mean?” I asked Jordan. ‘This is Ludo’s tattoo,” he signed, informing us. ‘It’s on the inside of his thigh,’