Traditional Samurai Frog Tattoo Novels & Stories

He pushed back his chair and stood. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a broad chest and thick shoulders. His tattoo stretched along his forearm, dark against his skin. He was not carved to perfection, but he was solid and strong. The kind of strength that drew the eye without effort. My heart pounded as I looked at Samantha. She stared openly, her body restless, her interest impossible to hide. Trying to break the moment, she asked, “Does your tattoo mean something?” Her voice sounded thin.

Sam responds. Then Sierra walked up, “Let's finish your arm rainbow.” She wraps her own yellow bracelet around my wrist, the charm having runes inscribed. One for warrior that looked like an arrow pointing up and next to it a three pronged pitchfork with a small circle just above the hilt, two squiggly lines across the handle and a semicircle at the top of the handle looking like a bowl. “It means warrior friend.” She said before hugging me.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

I laid down on the bed as Phil, the tattoo artist, started working on my new ink. Josh was on another bed adding to the sleeve on his arm. My tattoo was half of a wolf’s face in a Samoan design with the caption ‘Fight or Die’ underneath it. Josh had phoned some old friends he still had and had arranged for an introduction to the man that ran the fight nights in California. We went to the first one and just watched. The place was packed and I felt sure that I could have taken that night’s fighters easily.

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

Samantha smugged while killing five warriors in a clean circle at once. I too wanted to help but fvck ! My body still felt too stiff and my arm was still in the process of healing back to its original state. Thankfully. “Is that a challenge on who kills more ?” Jax asked and we could hear the smirk in his voice. “If you are bold enough,” Samantha airily put. Ughh. These two were talking as if they had any other choice. Idiots. “Loser will get the word ‘Loser’ tattooed on his/ her forehead,” Jax dealt.

Seeing it, He touches his tattoo and a green Ribo which looks like a vicious living skeleton with a British noble robe coming out from his tattoo. “Kolonel ready to fight! Let”s beat that thing hand to hand!” He said. "Finally I can summon my Ribo!" Herman said in his mind. “Yes sir!” Herman replied. Kolonel goes back entering Herman’s tattoo. Herman starts scratching Kiki 3X and this time Kiki feels pain. Herman then hits Kiki”s epigastrium. “Teknik Jitu! 5 Bintang (Ultimate Technique: 5 Stars)” Herman explained pressing Kiki”s epigastrium with his 5 fingers while shooting his nails consecutively that Kiki flies to the air and falls to the ground.

Juan stood up and said, “Boss, you guys can carry on with the drink. I’ll be back soon.” “Go ahead.” The trio walked toward the man named Samiul while Tyr and the others continued to drink and chat. A group of malicious-looking big men with their arms covered in tattoos walked up to them in bustling haste almost ten minutes later. Their leader was a robust bald man, the pattern of an Eight Directionals Wheel tattooed on his head. His chest was tattooed with a Hanuman.

Raf screamed and they started doing it. I was still thinking if I should get the tattoo. I was scared, but I decided to get it! “Done!” Aaron stated. I approached Raf to see that tattoo. He had an amazing picture of Lion keeping a dome with water and Pisces in hands. It made me think about something, but I quickly kicked it out of my head. The tattoo was on the shoulder. It looked amazing. “Wow,” I whispered. “You like it?” Raf asked. I nodded, still looking at his shoulder. “Have you decided to get it?”

My eyes widened when I saw the wolf head tattoo on his chest, and the several marks like claws and scars on his chest. Seeing my eyes glued on his chest, the man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?" "Yeah. Are you a warrior? Doesn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing that it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We were only having a night together, and I did not need to ask him who the fụck he was. "Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I am from the Dark Mountain Pack," he said, and I saw his eyes glow, and I didn't know if I was hallucinating at that moment.