Shinra Tattoos Novels & Stories

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

He knew who he was referring to. Khenealm was a land of people who believed in the Shore, the life of the planet. Khenealm was a place where contracts of two or more souls were possible. "What's the name of that girl again? The one with narrow eyes and pale skin?" "Raeya." "Right, Raeya. Pretty girl. That's her sigil on your left hand, right? A crooked sword. Flashy for a lady." Ryder flexed his left palm and studied the white tattoo of a dagger with a jagged blade burned on it. Ryder felt uncomfortable talking about Raeya with another guy, especially their former enemy.

Clara and following him were Ajay, Calvin, and Miles with a sword in hand. “King Raiden, if that’s who you are, we demand Shuntha’s head!” Yelled a bald, broad-shouldered, tattooed man. He had a flat wide nose and was missing his two canine teeth, any chance he had he would make any excuse to take off his shirt. His body was covered in tattoos and scars, his most prominent scars were along his forehead as if he was getting scalped. The next ran along his throat and finally one ran along the left side of his face cutting through his eye and lips. He was partially blind because of this, and his eye was almost white but it didn’t stop him from causing the most trouble.

Many of them were just lying down at the back so they would not participate and so we won't notice them when they walk away to their homes and begun their daily activities without a prayer of guidance to Selene which was said while everyone was down in their knees facing the sunrise and in the evenings, we say it facing the sunset. “Done!” Shane said getting up and taking off his shirt showing properly tanned skin layered with his abs and the muscles on his arms were designed with tattoos that meant many things. There was a tattoo of his mate whom he had just gotten a back view of her when he first met her, she was Hispanic so he'd told the tattoo artist to draw a girl's head - the backview

The first thing he came across was his reflection in the mirror. He was shirtless with his pants hanging around his waist. His hairs were a little dishevelled covering his forehead. There was small tattoo of a tornado. It was just an inch tall as he made that when Kaz and Conner challenged him to do so. He never liked to ink his skin as he liked it clean devoid of any absurd pattern on it. The scars he got from the wars he had won were enough for him and he cherished them on his skin. But they, especially Kaz loved to ink his skin or he should say he liked to be penetrated by a needle to ink his blood. Zackarya never had these types of likings.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

My eyes trailed down her body, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned her skin, each one telling a story of her strength and resilience. As I continued to trace the lines of her tattoos, my gaze fell upon a single name inked right below her left breast: Reynard. Reynard. It means male fox. She used to call me that when I called her my little fox. The sight of the tattoo stirred something deep within me. She had permanently marked herself with my name, a symbol of our connection that transcended time and distance. My heart ached with emotion, a mix of love and disbelief. She had tattooed it. She had carried me with her, even when we were apart. I reached out gently, my fingers tracing th

Rehaan spoke sincerely looking into her shocked hazel ones. Her eyes which were fixed on him, now moved down to his chiseled chest where her inked name was proudly resting. She widened her eyes looking at her name engraved in dark black ink. Unknowingly she lifted her fingers and traced the tattoo on his chest slowly. Rehaan closed his eyes as her fingers touched him slowly. Her name (Saanvi) was written on his chest in italics. She had seen his naked chest before. This tattoo wasn't there. He only had Pheonix tattoo below his chest. It's a new one.

I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her. “That’s lovely.” Enrique’s mother says next, she’s dressed in a green night robe that makes her eyes stand out. “You and Tyler both deserve this, you make Tyler so happy.” “I got a panther mark.” Chiara says, blushing. She shows us her mark and we all gush heartily, panthers mark usually involves a sleek, agile seductive couple. “Can someone please talk about Irene’s mark? We haven’t heard anything about it yet and it’s eating me.” Naya says and everyone’s eyes t