Simple Easy Scorpion Tattoo Novels & Stories

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

"But will this help? I don't think scorpion tattoos on the wrists like that are rare anymore because so many people already wear them." Aiora sighed softly "At least I've been trying to find out right? Do you have any other way?" Asked Aiora embarrassed to make Sarah laugh across there. "I thought it seemed like this was enough to help you, if your daddy's connection is not that broad you better look for someone who has a stronger connection." Aiora snorted "Never mind hearing your idea gives you a headache. I'm closed." Said Aiora irritated, which invited Sarah to laugh across there and then hung up the call.

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.

The man was covered in blood that oozed out of his neck that he has slit. We all looked silently at his dead body. While I was staring at him I saw a tattoo. This one stood out from all the black ink tattoos this one looked like a scorpion on his right hand, I looked closely at it. I even went forward and wiped the blood from the area to look at it closely. Adam came to see what I was staring at. I looked at him. "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" I asked him

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.