Ulquiorra 4 Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.”

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

So, how did he do it? “How did you get the tattoo on your back?” KuLaa asked. “Adolph drew it for me.” “Adolph, Kurt Lowell's wizard?” KuLaa asked in a deadly low tone. “Yes.” Scott replied with a blank face. Forgetting that Scott could only respond to KuLaa at the moment, Alaric instantly snapped at Scott in annoyance. “Why would he do that? Why would he give you a tattoo?” he asked in a fit of anger. But Scott neither acknowledged his presence nor gave a reply. His attention was focused on KuLaa who seemed to have fallen into a deep thought.

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

I gasped seeing a bold writing on his chest, above where his heart was located. It was my name. ALORA. He had my name tattooed on his chest! My eyes lowered seeing him tug down his sweatpants a bit and on his waist, some words were written in Spanish “yo pertenezco a alora” (I belong to Alora) Tears filled my eyes. “You…” “I want to get more words tatted on me, more words that reminds me of you. Maybe I should have your name tatted on my forehead.” I laughed, tears falling from my eyes at the same time.

“No escape, my friend.” Both men froze. A tall figure stepped out from behind a container, the harsh light catching the ink on his left arm—an unmistakable tattoo. A serpent coiled around a skeletal hand. The mark of La Mano Rojas. Nikolai’s eyes went wide, terror flashing like lightning. Igor’s hand twitched, subtly signaling the nearby guards to stay sharp.

"Are you Mulan?" The Snake tattoo is the common tattoo for Kolara tribal women, every woman has it. "Yes! One and only..." She was cool, I liked her nature. "Rotero gave me your contact. He said you will help me to settle." I informed and she frowned. "Rotero will not send any random person to me... Who are you?" She was confident. "I am Mallika... No, sorry. I am Miguel" I was nervous by her interrogation. "You don't know your own name?"

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.

Arabella cut him off. Her eyes rounded as she glimpsed the hesitation on his face. "Of course." He rasped. He pointed to a tattoo that was on the back of his arms, "This is the symbol of the De Luca family." She had seen the same symbol on Sandro's neck, even on her father's arm. It was that of a tiger and three dots, which were done in triangles. She didn't know the meaning, and she didn't think she'd like to know. Arabella took a staggering breath, "Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?"