Storyline Tattoos Novels & Stories

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

sagot ni Nena at nagpatuloy sa pagbibigay ng kaaliwan. Sa ilalim ng dim na ilaw ng isang tattoo parlour sa eskinita, umupo si Xandro Chavit sa upuan matapos magpagupit, iniisa-isa ang mga disenyo ng tattoo nang may nakapokus na kalmadong anyo. Huminto siya sa isang dragon na nakapulupot sa apoy, perpekto para sa kanyang likod, saka tinapik ang isang phoenix para sa kanyang kaliwang braso. "Pareho," utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses.

It began to pound on that realization. Mustering up either courage or stupidity, I said casually, "That is an interesting tattoo. What does it mean?" "Oh, that little thing?" Misty purred. "It's a vampire thing. Nothing to worry about, Lorelei! You may have heard silly rumors about it or something. That's what they are, though. Just rumors." Her voice was sickly sweet, reassuring me as though a hawk was promising a rabbit to not rip it to shreds. I shuddered, but then felt a cold stare fix on me.

I try to tell my story, but it would seem the one with the pen doesn't like me much. "Come," Sinclair orders, turning away from me. "Sit." And I walk to the bed, settling at the edge. I don't know what to do with my hands or feet, or my bare body, so I hug myself and watch as he pulls off his shirt. I swallow, fingers rising to brush my wet hair out of my eyes. "They're beautiful," I start with an unsure voice. "Your tattoos. Why lines and not words?" "Words can be misunderstood or misinterpreted," he says, his voice low and intense as he unbuckles his belt. "Lines are universal. They convey power and meaning without the ambiguity of language."

Marco’s POV Her eyes seemed to sparkle with a mix of curiosity and nostalgia. "Ah, the tattoos," she mused. "They've been a subject of intrigue for many years. Passed down through generations, their meaning has always been shrouded in mystery. Some say they hold a connection to our ancestors, a symbol of our heritage. Others believe they are a mark of great significance, tied to a prophecy yet to be unveiled." Her words sent a surge of excitement through me. It was a glimmer of information, a thread to follow in unraveling the secrets behind the tattoos. "Have you ever heard of anyone who could shed more light on their significance? Perhaps an elder or a storyteller?"

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

Tyler said "Good thing I'm not Becca" Fiona smirked "We are actually here to get Couples tattoo" She said, adding emphasis on Couple, hopefully Tyler gets the message and shuts his mouth "Do you have any design? At that question, Tyler got into work mode "Yes, Do you have any inscriptions in mind?" He asked showing us our seats "Always and Forever" I said intertwining I and Vanilla's hand Tyler looked shocked, but he does his best at keeping his babbling hole shut "Okay" He said surfing through his stuff. Soon, he brought out four different designs

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”