Shinra Tattoos Novels & Stories

10 years back Third Person POV “Mom, it hurts,” 10 year old Samantha cried while clutching her mommy’s hand. She had shown early signs of being a fine Ninja and Assassin and the Alpha-Beta duo of the Diamond Heart Pack had been quick to act upon this revelation. Beta Draven, too had sent his three sons for Ninja training and when they would be back home, they too shall be tattooed on the head just like little Samantha, whose scalp was designed with the rare Dragon tattoo presently.

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

Listening to the conversation, Shaina give herself out and open her eyes to survey her environment, it is indeed beside a very shallow and dirty big river, the surrounding a little far from them are dry trees. Shaina wonder where and what kind of place they are, probably one where you can easily kill someone and dump their bodies like they're about to do to her. "Who sent you guys?" She asked trying to stand up The two men turned to her and she got scared at the face of the one standing feets away, he has tattoos on his face which cover most of his face leaving only his eyes free The tattoo guy turn to the one near Shaina and glare angrily at him moving two feets closer

"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?"

Her heartbeat is loud, tension everywhere. “You shouldn’t touch me,” he mutters quietly. Nyra’s eyes flick toward the bruises again. “You’re injured.” “No,” Kaizen says softly. “This is normal.” “Normal!!How's that so Kaizen?” She asked again feeling concerned, she was carried away by sympathy While cleaning his injuries he didn't flinch, Nyra notices a strange symbol tattooed near his ribs, like a mark. Like belonging to something dangerous. Before she could ask, Kaizen suddenly pulled away.

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

Her vision was dim, revealing a grayish-white ceiling. "Aauuwww!” Sharlynn forced herself to her feet, holding her head. Perhaps her head was still throbbing from last night's hangover. She blinked her eyes, trying to clear the fog that covered them. At the same time, she smelled the spicy scent of soap. Sharlynn sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the sturdy back, covered with eagle-shaped tattoos that spread to fill the figure's arms and hands. The girl swallowed her saliva harshly, half shuddering in horror but enjoying the athletic body shape with the sexy protruding buttocks.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

“I think the Nirathi is within us.” As soon as the words fall out of Kieran’s mouth, there is silence, and it’s as if everyone is holding their breath as they freeze, and it lingers for a moment before Riven breaks it. “What the fuck, man, that’s not funny,” Kieran casts him a glare. “Did I stutter?” “Why do you think that?” Cassian inquires. Kieran draws in a deep breath as he explains. “The omegas that came in; they have a tattoo that’s the same as the symbol. I am not mistaken.”

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.