Simple Easy Scorpion Tattoo Novels & Stories

quipped Virando with his stabbing and killing eyesight. Virando emitted his blue light towards the scorpion demon. The dark brown and the blue lights carried on hitting and smiting each other in the air. The scorpion demon took out his maximum whole power to beat Virando. He went on forcing and forcing his dark brown light towards Virando. Meanwhile, Virando was merely seen relaxed in emitting his blue light. From his huge relaxed facial expression, he wasn’t seen having taken out much of his power.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

One of them caught me off guard, slashing my arm with claws as sharp as knives. Pain flared, but I ignored it, focusing only on Ember. She was still struggling, her voice hoarse from screaming. I had to get to her. I noticed a tattoo on one of the men’s necks—a scorpion. I’d seen that symbol before, but before I could figure out where, he slipped from my grip, disappearing into the dark. I turned toward the man holding Ember. He had his claws pressed against her throat, a cruel smile stretching across his masked face. Ember’s eyes met mine, desperate, pleading.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

Don’t tell me, they actually got one of their men to work with the lights…to give a dramatic effect? That’s absolute cringe! The man stands before us, a sinister smirk on his tattooed bald head, almost similar to Suho’s. only that they have a huge difference in race. He isn’t Korean. None of them are. Then wh- Before I can even complete the thought, my eyes fall on the tattoo mark on the man’s head, and this time I actually take a good look. It’s not the bleeding Dragon like Suho’s. It’s something else. It’s a huge ass Scorpion.

He cut a striking figure in his lavish white suit, a stark contrast to the shadows that enveloped his world, a darkness she couldn't help but despise. He possessed features that drew attention—a tan complexion, piercing blue eyes, dark hair, and thick brows. A scorpion tattoo adorned his neck, a symbol that hinted at a hidden edge beneath the polished exterior. Standing at an imposing 6'3", he boasted a toned physique, an outward display of strength that matched the coldness in his personality.

Wherever they went, there would be a disaster. The members of the Scorpion Organization were very mysterious. All the people who had seen them were dead. The only way to identify them was the colorful scorpion tattoo on the neck of all the members of the organization. The color included seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple. The more colors the scorpion had, the higher the position the owner was in the organization. Among these members of the Scorpion Organization, their scorpion tattoos had at least two colors and at most five.

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

"He's got a scorpion tattoo on the webbing between his left thumb and forefinger. It's the same tattoo that Giovanni's lackey had—the one I saw when his sleeve rode up that day. I thought I was seeing things back then." Alessia immediately began typing furiously on her computer. Seconds later, a clear image of a scorpion emblem flashed onto the screen. "This is the insignia of the foreign Scorpio Organization. It seems that they infiltrated Norburg a month ago!" Sofia looked at me, her gaze a mix of lingering fear, astonishment, and more than anything, an indescribable pride. "Dante, you're more perceptive than we ever imagined." As soon as the words left her mouth, gunfire erupted from the