Sukuna Finger Tattoo Novels & Stories

Harrison glanced at the screen, then turned his head to look at me, asking, "What's wrong, Kayla? Did you notice anything?" "This—," I pointed at the screen, the tattoo on the side of the man's middle finger, my voice starting to tremble. "Look, on the side of his finger, there's a small tattoo..." With my reminder, Harrison leaned closer to the screen, carefully examining it. "It does seem to be a tattoo. It looks like... " "...an infinity symbol," I almost didn't think twice before blurting out the answer. Surprisingly, Harrison, who was observing the screen intently, was a beat slower in his response.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

The cherry on this sundae , is that my eyes were not able to leave his bare chest – his tattoos were impeccable. I wish I could just reach out and trace every single one of them ; just as I was having that thought , I see my cousin’s hand raise up and her petite fingers begin to trace his tattoo’s. My heart sinks as I watch her do what I wish I could. My eyes are so fixated on her fingers , that I did not realize that the tiger has his eye on it’s prey.

Picking up my glass, I lightly sipped my alcohol, the stinging liquid coursing through my body. “We have, huh?” I said, putting my glass down with an intensity that made some of the stuff spill out. “Look at these pictures. Notice their hands. They all have the same tattoo on their hands… like the head of a cat or lizard. That must mean something. Find out the mafioso faction or any group with these types of tattoos and get back to me.” “Yes, boss,” he said, standing. He bent to pick up the pictures but I stopped him.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

I push away all the thoughts as the darkness leads me to the inside bar, the shelves lined up with vintage alcohol and wine gleams against my eye I sit on the bar stool, watching with gleam as the darkness mixes my alcohol, he’s wearing a button down shirt with the sleeves up to reveal those sexy tattoos, my heart seems to quicken anytime I see them. “A glass, angel?” He asks, setting the glass on the table. There’s this way that the darkness talks, calm and steady, like he doesn’t give a fuck of what world thinks. I wish I could talk like that. However, when he stretches his fingers, I see something that almost makes me want to drop dead, on his left fingers written in shimmering dark ink i

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

It was a dragon over a vampire cross and a wolf in the yin yang shape. I looked at my father who told me to go over to the still water and look at my chest. I walked to the water he pointed to and looked down. My chest held a yin yang the same as Jax's. He really is my true mate. I was staring at the water when I felt this goddess awful pain in my finger. I looked at my finger and saw a tattoo forming. Confused and worried I looked to my father, for answers, he was smiling and shaking his head. I looked back to my finger and it was a band like a ring but it was on my middle finger.

It was odd that their dead flesh still burned, but then again, they were already dead while alive. Abby and I moved our lights up and down the dead vampire's body, legs, feet, all toes and even other parts of the body that were less nice. I moved my light back up his chest, then down his arm to his hand, then stopped. “Here.” I said, motioning to Abby. I shined the UV on his index finger and there was a tiny tattoo resembling two crosses, one on top of the other and a blood drop in the middle, the line through each cross wrapped around either side making a circle around it.