Tokyo Ghoul Uta Tattoos Novels & Stories

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

The symbols seemed to have extended. In Arerat, the tattoo was a butterfly in my palm and claw prints under it, down to below my wrist. But right now, it was extended down to the back of my elbow, just below my upper arm. The last pair of claw prints that lay in-between the upper arm and the lower arm began to glow warmly. I could feel a soul connection with it. It's the exact feeling I got when Little Wolfy gave me its blood essence from it's glabella to join the contract of beast and beast tamer. It was as if I just...

These are the words bouncing through my innermost vision and thoughts. There are so many loose dots to fix. Maybe it’s my pity for Rain that pushes me to start checking up on Rain's mother, Yulia. In one of the pictures she took on the town’s beach with her bikini, I see a tattoo drawn on her ass, just a little above the valley of her ass with the name Wolfer. That name again? What the hell does it mean? Yulia's bio shows she's a good mythology researcher. I see some of her published works on supernaturals like Wendigos, vampires, and…

The lights were already on, shining just above Gaby's back after the man looked down. Before Gaby arrived, Denis had prepared all of his equipment on the surface of the stacking trolley, which consisted of three places; top, middle, and bottom. Denis has also sterilized some of the tools required to be sterile, such as the tattoo machine or tattoo gun—the most crucial device that operates with an electromagnetic coil—which controls the dynamo to move up and down at a fast tempo. There is only one color of tattoo ink Denis provides for the current process because the triforce tattoo Gaby wants is predominantly black. The ink prepared is carbon-based, reacting naturally and smoothly on the bod

The unknown young man shouted to the girl. “Stop this, both of you!” Tohya shouted at the same exact moment that the young man did. Yuri can only stare at the young man before noticing the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck, and her gaze went down to his left hand where there was a Hati bracelet wound around his wrist with the Roman numeral of two engraved on the silver crescent moon pendant. ‘A Phantom? Then that means…’

Milo said. "I think it's time to come clean this time." Everyone turned as Kazu who had gone to get the refreshments walked in. He handed over the food cart to someone else, with each step he took, the eyes of everyone present followed. He stood besides Autumn and unbuttoned his shirt. "The symbol was passed on from one Ghoul Protector to another." Their eyes widened at a sudden realization. "My family has safeguarded the bodies of Greenvilles most popular and famous Ghouls and Ghosts, and I gave my life to protect our secret and save my family from him. I came in contact with the Ghouls and then when the time came, they gave me the key, the Symbol of the Ghouls, but Donald who searched endl

There is no point in doing anything right now so I keep quiet. The whole place is filled with scary-looking tattoed dudes. Bored, I started noticing the scary guy's tattoos. It's a skull, a red skull with wings and a cross. The tattoo is bright and dull at the same time. The cross it clutches seems more like a trophy than a symbol of hope, stained with a history whispered only in faded scars. Bright and dull, a paradox mirroring the struggle between survival and surrender. Art sure is fascinating. Someone walked up to him just then. He looks me up and down, "who is this, chick."

As they were responsible of why her cute and charming little sister experience hell and became like this— a coldhearted individual. This tattoo was the same on Aoi Akuma's nape, yet it has a different weapon penetrated on its skull. On Aoi Akuma, it was a dark blue bullet while on Zitrey it was a black sword with crimson light reflecting on the moon and dark clouds. Even the ball sockets were crying in crimson blood. Seeing this will envelop you with the vibe of creepiness. Moreover, the tattoo was covered in deep scars, like it was hit several times by a sharp weapon. And right now, a new wound was gonna leave it's marked on her sister's white skin, adding to the agony Kate felt. “Kate, you

Alvara's Point of View I had been right to assume Teagan knew someone for the tattoo. She had made her dislike of the thought clear but still supported me enough to introduce me to one of Harland's friends. Jean had his ears stretched. Almost every piece of skin was covered in tattoos. Except for his face, besides for one random unicorn close to his hairline. He was a happy-go-lucky type of person. Artwork framed his walls along with him and another man together in photos. Everything was sterile. Clean to a point where even Ozias would approve.