Sukuna Finger Tattoo Novels & Stories

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

I added breathily, the cool air hitting my soaked folds making me shiver with need. Blake chuckled softly, eyes burning with desire. He then slid two fingers of his left hand into his mouth, coating them generously with saliva. As he pulled them out, thick strings of saliva trailed from his fingers and dripped down his chin. “You use your left?” I quipped curiously as I settled more comfortably on the tattoo bed, getting myself ready for him. He nodded. “Have you never been finger-fucked by a lefty before?” He asked with a teasing smirk. “Don’t worry, baby. My left hand is about to ruin you in the best way.”

Finally, I had second brother and treated him like my own brother, he said with joy. Atty. Nicdao, Mr. Jones and I, are best friends since then. One time, Mr. Jones invited us in a tattoo shop and said, "As a sign of our strong friendships, let's put a tattoo on our pulse." We went to the tattoo shop and followed Mr. Jones, the tattoo maker asked what sign we want to be painted in our pulse, Atty. Nicdao suggested an infinity sign. So, we agreed. I told them to put it on my left hand because I'm left-handed, they wanted to make it uniform so, they asked the tattoo maker to make the tattoo on their left hand too, he said reminiscing those days, he smiled. "I missed them"

At least, that is what I tell myself. Ryker doesn't answer me. Instead, he crouches low in front of me, his massive frame folding down like a predator that wants to toy with its prey. I catch the nasty manner with which his knuckles are bruised with scars, looking so rough like they have seen more than their fair share of fights. I also recognize the serpent tattoo coiling up his right forearm, with another tattoo that is a dead man’s skull circled by a crescent moon in blood-red ink right on his left bicep.

Skyla moved it from left to right and then vice versa as she said, shocked, "What was that? Something appeared in my right hand?" She used the fingers of her left hand to touch her right backhand and said, "I felt a sudden pain over here and something happened! Something like a tattoo appeared!" "What was that?!" Skyla said, her voice shaky. Her own word rang in her mind again and she said while sucking in a long breath, "A tattoo? Wait! In the supernatural world, it's just the lycans who have tattoos on their right backhands! It's natural and nobody could copy it!"

Once I got drunk enough with Leo and we ended up in the best tattoo parlour in Kennebunkport, Leo chickened out and we ran away, but the parlour didn’t look half as equipped as this one. “So many machines.” Saph chuckles as she arranges a few things. “Don't worry. They won’t hurt. Just a little sting here and there.” She pats a seat in front of her and I perch myself on it. “What kind would you like? And where?” I blink, I haven’t thought about it before. It only crossed my mind the time about the finger one. “Uhm can I see samples?” She smiled again, her smiles are kind and patient.

The middle is a sun while the ring finger is a crescent moon. “I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.