Simple Easy Scorpion Tattoo Novels & Stories

“You’re looking for something shaped like a scorpion?” The man’s expression froze, and Ava caught the faint tattoo on the back of his hand — a scorpion. That triggered a childhood memory. Years ago, her mother had shown her something oddly shaped, a seal carved to look like a scorpion. She’d dismissed it as a weird decoration, something Elena used as a makeshift table mat. But she remembered how Elena had cradled it carefully once, saying: “Ava, is this pretty?” “It’s weird, Mom. It looks so strange.”

“No one knows, boss. There's a man—he’s got a scorpion tattoo inked onto the back of his hand. Rumours have it that he might be the one.” That gave me pause. "A scorpion?" He nodded once. "We haven’t confirmed anything, but the rumours say he’s Russian." The thought made my jaw tighten. Russians were a different breed of monsters. They didn’t play by the rules, not even the twisted ones we followed. There were no rules for them, no laws. I let my cigarette burn down to the end, the heat searing my fingertips before I flicked it away. The ember died instantly, much like the fate I intended for this scorpion — whoever it might be.

Then with a powerful strike, Freeze smashed the scorpion’s head. A thunderous boom came from the impact of the attack with the extra hard exoskeleton. Greenish yellow goo covered Freeze as he stood on top of the scorpion’s headless body. He turned his gaze towards Scorpid who was now laying down on its belly. Freeze ran to Scorpid and rubbed his hands on its nose as if comforting it. “Hey Scorpid, are you okay?” A deep bellow came from it. “The venom got you huh?” Scorpid let out a bit higher pitched bellow. “Hmph, yea okay tough guy, sure you can handle it. But we still need to get you treated.” Scorpid moaned in agreement.

That is something that Hera can’t forgive. “So this is where you are hiding. Scorpion King…” Hera called the guy with a scorpion tattoo on his arms. He also have a piercing in his nose and ears. Wearing many accessories he looks like a typical pig with necklace on its neck. Hera smirk, she never thought that she would face him again. “Lacido, what a funny name you created.” He insulted as he throw the cigar that was on his mouth a while ago. “Nice jewelries. You look like a trash sprayed with perfume. Even with the scent of the strongest perfume on the world, they can never hide the way you stink like hell.”

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

His upper body was bare as he changed his top, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The dim light cast shadows on his toned physique, highlighting every curve and line of his muscles. My eyes were drawn to the tattoo on his back—a scorpion. It was intricately detailed, its tail coiled as if ready to strike. There was something mesmerizing about it, something both beautiful and dangerous, like the scorpion might leap off his skin and sting me. I took a hesitant step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. “You like it?” His voice broke the silence, and I froze in my tracks.

I couldn't believe that I spent more than half a day with those brutes. "And why are you dressed like this?" Dad added. The questions were making my head spin. Wanting everything to end, I slowly unwrapped the bandage on my arm, wincing now and then. I dreaded what laid behind the bandage. Hopefully, it wasn't that bad. I remove the bandage fully to reveal a tattoo—a tattoo of a black scorpion. What the f*ck? My subconscious cursed. "You went to get a tattoo!" Ares yelled grabbing my arm.

Monster: Stone Mount Poison Scorpion Level: 18 HP: 150/19850 Skills: Reckless Charge, Bite, Poison Spit, Stone Skin, Poison Stab As Mistaken Fox stared at the creature's health, cold sweat started to trickle down his forehead. He could see that this creature was just one hit away from death. He then turned to Kirou and Shadow Arachne, only to see them standing off to the side playing with their respective wire and spider silk. Mistaken Fox could only release a sigh before he approached the now bound and near-death poisonous scorpion.

He texted me the address, when I got there Kenzo was standing outside of a tattoo parlor. "I feel really bad for making things weird between us. This is my way of saying sorry. I hope we can back to normal after this." I gave Kenzo a hug, "thank you! I am so excited!" We went in and the tattoo artist designed two tattoo's based on my wishes. I wanted to get some small flowers on my shoulder and Elias’ name on my wrist. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought and I was so happy with how it looked. Because I am a werewolf the tattoo would heal much faster than on a human. I gave Kenzo another hug after we left the parlor.

He remove my mask and Smile confidently as if he was brushing. " And she is damn pretty! Thanks to the moon goddess" he muttered under his breath. I pretend not to hear that. I look down at his neck and saw a scorpion tattoo. My heart jumps to my stomach. The Scorpion tattoo belongs to a famous mafia group. Famous all over the country. They were known, unknown men. Only cameras gas caught the tattoos but none of them have ever been caught or arrested. Should What if he really harms me? " I said I will never hurt you! What's that expression on your face?... Fear??" He notices how nervous I have become. I avoid staring directly into his eyes. Anxiety, that feeling came back to me! It grew stro