Traditional Scythe Tattoo Novels & Stories

As long as it wouldn't hurt anyone. I got Max's call after a few minutes. Walking away from the men who were mopping the floor, I took the call. “Any news?” “Yes, my alpha. The tattoo belonged to the men of the Scorpion Syndicate. That's their symbol mark. It's of a skull being pierced by an axe and an arrow prodding from its left eye. I can't be wrong about that.” “I see.”

He couldn’t say anything. Andi wasn’t sure how she felt about him staring at her like that. His eyes were intensely focused on her body. She started to turn away to keep him from judging her when he seen the partial tattoo on her back. Jace spoke up then. “What’s that?” She looked over her shoulders, to meet his gaze again “What?” “That on your back?” “It’s a pair of scissors and thread.” “Why scissors?” The real reason was that all three girls had gotten tattoos of their perspective symbols but she dint want to explain that to him. “Its for when the thread of life is cut. I told you were Greek.”

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

His men had done quite an impressive job on their victim. Leaning forward, a sharp tool flashed in his tattooed hands as he spoke ...his personal favourite weapon. A double blade dagger with his initials engraved on its side "This is what we're going to continue doing, for every wrong answer you give I'll rip off one of your body parts ...there's plenty you don't need to be alive" he paused, to see the desired effect of his words on the man.

She inclines her head, “Fair enough. Go back on this deal and I promise, I will find a way to hurt you, Set.” He tilts his head then nods, he takes the scythe end of his staff and cuts his arm with a few thin lines making a symbol of some kind. Hecate nods, and cuts her palm on the scythe and adds her own blood to the lines.

He seemed to be wide awake too, judging by the way he breathed. I pulled away and propped myself on my elbow, trailing my hand up his stomach and over his hard chest. I looked down at his tattoos, studying the dark imagery he wore across his skin, a scythe from the undertaker, a phrase in Latin, the Roman numeral for five, all kinds of stuff that made sense to him and no one else. He watched me stare at him, moving his hand up to brush my hair out of my face. “You’d look hot with ink.”

she said coyly, bewaring to meet her eyes with him. It was a unique tattoo. She hadn't seen it before anywhere. It didn't mean she looked for people's tattoos in public. It was a beautiful sword with a heavy and finely curved handhold. Two snakes were crawling around the sharp blade of the sword and facing each other, above the handhold angrily ready to attack. " Thanks, " he smiled. " Is this some kind of a symbol? " she asked. " Hm, Mafia King. " He said, pulling over the car in front of the hospital.

0064: The New Nightingale 0065: SIDE STORY PART ONE 0066: SIDE STORY PART TWO _______ Arc 3: Reaper's Scythe Is A Scissor?! Update: Ongoing "Yow! Sinful soul, how about you behave for a little while for my scythe to bring you to the underworld peacefully?" I grinned as I took out my grim kiddie size scissors with the host's favourite cartoon character. The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!"

It didn’t even seem like it was something I was going to be stuck with for the rest of my life. The razor returned to tear away the fur around the side of my thumb on the top of my hand before Eagle’s own thumb pressed onto it, staying there. “This is for you joining them” he explained when he revealed the small broken D with the horizontal line running through the outer curve “that’s their symbol. You have their protection now.” “Wow” I smiled at the scarred marking “thanks.” “Saves them putting some heated-up coat hanger to your skin later” Nightshade joked “little actions, No Name, little actions.”

the old man stated clearly as he addressed me. His wrinkly and very tanned hand gestured to a large symbol that resembled a large ‘S’ that was engraved on a wall. I have to…what? “…W-what?!” I exclaimed loudly in my shock. My hands shook uncontrollably as my eyes fell to the knife that the boy still held on the tray. There’s no way that I can cut Reiner or anyone else for that matter. This is just…barbaric! Of course, I was not fine with him carving anything into my skin either. We might as well get matching tattoos by some reputable artists. I could live with his name on my skin for the rest of my life, but I was not cool with carving a letter into his skin with a knife.