Ulquiorra 4 Tattoo Novels & Stories

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.

When they’d drafted the terms in ink, never once mentioning what it really meant. This wasn’t about affection. It wasn’t even about heirs. It was about obedience. Breeding. Binding. Blood. She stared, frozen. The girl on screen sagged, losing consciousness. And then—the man turned toward the camera. For one moment, light caught his jaw just right. And Leora saw it. A tattoo. Small. Black. Etched into the skin just below his ear. A serpent devouring its own tail. Ouroboros. She’d seen it before.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

~ URIEL ~ I envisioned and felt a thick line on his hairy skin, the tattoo on his large upper arm using the tip of my fingers to know what it looked and to know what it felt like before I took it off him and finally I knew what to do. I gave a deep sigh and closed my eyes for a moment before getting on with my job. I stretched out my hand to the Picolazer beside me from the long stool and clasped it to get on with my work when the muscular bulky bastard lying on the high tattoo bed winced in pain. I paused and looked at him for a second, even though I couldn't see him, before getting back to what I was doing when he did it again. I was getting annoyed at this point. I just wanted to get this

She shakes her head against my chest, her grip tightening around my shoulders. "Spray it," she whispers against my fabric. I lift the vessel out. The heavy red glass is suspended within a dark, weathered metallic cage, its upper architecture extending into sharp, blade-like wings that cross perfectly at the neck, giving it an armored, dangerous silhouette. At the base of the frame, a small silver plate is riveted into the metal, engraved with the words: **QUERIDO LUPO** - My beloved wolf. "Anor." Her grip turns vice-like. I unlatch the crystal from its metallic holding and press the precision trigger. The mist dispenses into the air.

His eyes are heavy with something I can’t name—pity, perhaps, or guilt? And then there’s the last man, the one who speaks before Luis cuts him off. His arm is covered in an intricate tattoo that snakes up to his shoulder, the details so vivid they seem to move under the light. His lovely blue eyes, as striking as they are unsettling, pin me in place. It’s the tattoo that makes my breath hitch. My gaze locks onto the design—a swirling pattern that feels oddly familiar. My hand instinctively brushes above my inner thigh where my birthmark lies. The resemblance is uncanny. The lines, the curves... they match.

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

He nodded and I touched his hand. His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that? “Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. “I'll have to kill you if I tell you.” Ha-ha. That's a Joke Right?

Her breath caught hard in her throat, her mouth drying out until she couldn't even swallow. He was massive. Every single inch of his upper body looked like it had been carved out of stone. Thick, corded muscle wrapped around his wide shoulders and arms, tapering down into razor-sharp abdominal lines and a lean waist. On his ribs, a vicious black serpent tattoo twisted across his skin. Across the broad, scarred expanse of his back, bold Spanish script stood out in dark ink: La lealtad se paga con sangre. Viola stood completely rooted to the floor, her cheeks burning with an intense, humiliating heat.