Novel & Cerita Tobias Tattoo Divergent

“What are you here for?” Sebastian straightened in his seat, his eyes serious now. “There’s been a shooting yesterday. A man was shot in a public store. But that’s not all. The killer nearly killed Tobias.” The governor furrowed his brows. “Tobias? You’re certain of that?” “It was a warning,” I added. “Not just to us—but to someone else in the city. One of those people followed Tobias and I. And the man who approached us… had a viper tattoo on his arm.”

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.”

Outside, the world was a nightmare of obsidian water and violet fire. Kazimir stepped onto the Dorsal Hull (the top surface of the submarine). Above him, seven miles of water pressed down with enough force to turn a tank into a pancake. His boots, equipped with Electromagnetic Soles (magnets used to lock a diver to a metal surface), clanked against the titanium skin of the Sparrow. The Divergent (the corrupted, zombie-like Architect) was waiting.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

~~~Next morning~~~ It was a few minutes past 5 am when Xavier walked out of his bathroom with a black towel wrapped around his lean waist. The droplets of water glistened on his well-toned muscles as the water slid down his sculpted torso, disappearing into the V-shaped waistline of his body. There was an intricate crown tattoo on his chest with a bullet wound below it, a stark reminder of danger and survival. The contrast between the beauty of the tattoo and the harshness of the injury created a compelling image, drawing in one's curiosity to unravel the deeper meaning behind this poignant juxtaposition.

He responded, and dived underwater to swim over to Dillon. The water was opaque enough that he wouldn't be able to see him. Dillon clearly knew that, since Tony could hear him dive almost at the same time. Tony may have had him on explosive strength, but Dillon had him on speed and agility. Curse the nimble little bastard. Back and forth they went, as each tried to outdo the other in how many matches they won. Naturally, Dillon won. Tony was fine with it, though. The slippery brat and he enjoyed it so it was cool. He couldn't help but ask as he looked at Dillon's tattoo again. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a Calvary Dove, which he had seen adorn the outside of some churches. Unde

She looked at the secondary monitor, the countdown was at twelve seconds, twelve seconds until Silas’s biometric signature flatlined, twelve seconds until the man who had claimed her, punished her, and protected her became a permanent resident of the harbor floor. Suddenly, the monitor showing the harbor depths flickered back to life with a blinding, underwater light. It wasn't a flare, it was the thermal signature of a second diver, someone who wasn't part of Silas’s team or the Thorne tactical unit. This diver wasn't wearing a standard suit, they were encased in a sleek, obsidian-black exoskeleton that moved with a terrifying, shark-like grace. The figure slammed into Silas just as he reac

He said and disappeared under the water again. He came up again and slipped his hair backwards with his hands. He had tattoos on his arms and chest. Gabriel never had any tattoos, Gabriel never smoked, he rarely even drank alcohol... And yet he was sexy to a fault. “What are you thinking of, your boyfriend?." “It's funny how you don't even know who my fiance is. If you knew, I'm sure I won't be here." “I'm sure I don't care, Solis doesn't care either." “Woe to you then."

Intricate knotwork and swirling patterns frame them, spidering out from the bite-sized centre of the mark, down my neck, over my collarbone and across the top of my shoulder like an elegant tattoo. It's beautiful, and it's fucking huge. I gasp as I take it in. Tobias's fingers brush reverently over my collarbone. "I have never seen such a beautiful mark," he says, sounding just as enraptured as I feel. I'd expected jealousy. Possessiveness. Instead, all I feel from him is awe. A warm surge of pride and quiet satisfaction flows down the bond, wrapping around me until I can't help but smile. Yeah, he likes it.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.