Solo Leveling Tattoo Novels & Stories

I take in a sharp breath at the feeling it gives me, he props himself up on the headboard and sighs. "Six." He says softly, "Mom, Myles, Trevor, our infertility, what are the other two for?" His eyes wander from the marks on my thighs up to my face. I blow out a soft breath and focus my attention on the tattoo above his head. The moon, surrounded by words in Spanish. For she tamed the beast, guided by the moon. I trace my fingers over the meaningful tattoo and don't dare look Ramon in the eye. "Bravo." My voice is low- "because I'm not the wolf he needs me to be," my head slowly drops and I let my eyes land on Ramon's.

After meticulously crafting the intricate design on his back, I stepped back to admire my handiwork, a sense of satisfaction coursing through me as I surveyed the detailed depiction of the monstrous creature now permanently etched into his skin. With a silent click, I captured a photo of the finished tattoo on my phone, a quiet sign to my skill and defiance in the face of his dominance. I would want to look back and laugh at him for staying still while I draw a monster behind his flawless skin. Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I carefully cleaned and sterilized the area, ensuring that the tattoo was properly sealed to facilitate the healing process. Despite him being a powerful

He has proven himself both loyal and deadly. This is less of a trial and more of a celebration. the tattooist with tousled brown hair and a serious expression, sets his leather bundle, adorned with intricate designs and symbols, on the table beside Atkins . He pulls the thin leather string and rolls it out flat, laying out his tools. His eyes focus on the sterile needles in paper before looking at, clearly proud of his possessions. We watch solemnly as Other’s recites the ceremony. At the first few pricks,Atkins doesn’t flinch.

even with my capped sleeve she can see my shoulder is sans tattoo. “I was told to get a discreet one, so it’s disguised on my back.” She looks confused. “What do you mean?” “Apparently, they can work the runes into any pattern or shape, or hide them. Sage designed an amazing phoenix and worked the runes into it. I’ll show you later.” “What?” Her eyes widen. “I just got the boring Task Force circle. You’re telling me I could’ve gotten something nice instead?” I laugh. “Yep. Sorry.” “Man.” She huffs. “That’s unfair.”

Within the luxurious tent of a camp leader that is decorated with many trinkets from nature such as beast horn, beast fur, and ferocious beast head. At the fancy wooden throne within the tent, there’s sitting a man half-naked in mid-thirty. His iron-like muscle body is covered by the wolf-like spirit's beast fur, the exposed muscle of his full of the ferocious spirit's beast totem tattoo. These tattoos are using the dyed created by the blood and bone dust of spirits beast that portrays the shape of its tattoo. This is the path of strength other than cultivation used by the northern realm warrior other than the cultivation. Because in the northern realm they don’t have a spirit-art manual or

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

He shook his head and gestured with his hands that it was ok. “Your name… how about… Smile?” Smile wore a bright smile and bowed. His body glowed, too, and a golden crescent sun tattoo appeared on his wings as if the sun was smiling too. “And you… I am sure you are too busy sleeping. Huh! How about… Wake.” Wake’s body glowed as he kept on snoring. He got a tattoo of what looked like a sun eclipse. I chuckled dryly. “And the three of you. You can be Lily, Lola and Laila.”

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.