Ulquiorra 4 Tattoo Novels & Stories

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

“You are one funny kid. How could you even tell that?” My brows raised, “The guy shaking he was looking at those people up there,” my chin pointed to a huddle of people. “They are a cartel, right? If I wasn’t mistaken of the tattoos that elaborately adorn their bodies, there are from Santa Muertos. Which only means my guy owes them something and concludes my deduction but the way he was tapping his right foot.” I mimicked the motion the guy was doing. One Two. One. Two.One. Two. “Made it clearer, he’s someone's sister’s or daughter’s husband!” My tone hitched.

"And…I got something off him. During the fight.” She held up her phone. Liora crossed the room and took it. A photograph. Blurred at the edges, bad lighting — taken fast, maybe mid-struggle — but clear enough. The inside of a wrist. A tattoo. Intricate. A wolf's head in profile, geometric, something woven behind it that looked like a crescent or a gate or both at once. Lettering beneath that she couldn't quite read. Something about it pulled at her. Like a word she almost knew.

They certainly deserved it after the nightmares they had been through. Macario and I stood up and started from Jackson down the line. I asked them where they wanted it because it would essentially become a tattoo. They needed to be sure they were okay with the placement. Jackson and Lilli wanted it over their hearts. Dent and Pati wanted it on their inner wrists. The girls both wanted it on the left shoulder blades. Macario grabbed my hand and had me focus on the power that I could feel coming from him. I gathered it up and pushed it out towards them. Each of their sigils glowed with a brilliant white light before turning into black tattoos. It worked. It fucking worked.

the girl hurried to offer her a hand, “Come on. Let me help you.” The girl’s gaze fixed on Chloe’s forehead. The look on her face changed abruptly. “M—Miss Chloe, what is that on your face?” she asked reluctantly. Aurora followed the girl’s gaze. She almost burst into laughter. The concealer that Chloe wore every day to cover her tattoo was worn out in the water. The tattoo was now clear as day—SLAVE. “Why do you have the word ‘slave’ tattooed to your forehead?” the girls demanded, “I thought you were a lady back in Silver Blade Pack.”

squad. They stood apart near the edge of the gathering, like vultures at a picnic, their expensive suits and stone-cold faces a stark contrast to the weeping villagers. Their observers noted Lola’s scrutinizing eyes but remained impassive, their job simply to ensure the transition went smoothly. And their tattoos… oh, the tattoos. Majestic falcons soared up their wrists, disappearing under the pristine cuffs of their designer shirts. The sigil of the Cali Cartel, a brand as obvious as a falcon’s keen gaze.

Her let her regain her energy, besides, having her in his arms was a good feeling. He leaned back in the couch, getting relaxed. “You have your nipples pierced too. Didn't it hurt?” Caterina rubbed the pad of her finger on his pierced nipples. Hugo took a deep breath but didn't reply to her. She wasn't talking to him actually. She was just observing and feeling him and he let her explore. “What does this tattoo mean?” She moved her fingers on three lines near his chest pectoral. “Order of precedence. It represents the seniority”. He said in a calm tone.

Once again, my question is greeted with silence. I stare at him and the silence stretches on. Torture isn’t my go to method. And it’s usually Lucas who deals with that part. I study his exposed arms and chest. Ted really just stripped the man to his waist. Did he expect me to whip him into answering my questions? My eyes settle on a small tattoo on his right shoulder. It’s an insignia of a bird with its wings spread. One that I’ve seen before. My eyes narrow, “What does the Order of Eternity mean to you?”

Jacquiem's Perspective The underground chamber pulsed with holy sigils, etched deep into the stone floor, ancient runes glowing faintly beneath Jacquiem’s knees. He knelt before the altar, shirtless, his skin bare and unmarred, except for the brand over his heart. A scar shaped like Valcoz’s sigil. The priest, white-robed, stern-eyed, stood behind him, hands raised, lips moving in an unrelenting chant. The air buzzed. Light gathered.

At least, that is what I tell myself. Ryker doesn't answer me. Instead, he crouches low in front of me, his massive frame folding down like a predator that wants to toy with its prey. I catch the nasty manner with which his knuckles are bruised with scars, looking so rough like they have seen more than their fair share of fights. I also recognize the serpent tattoo coiling up his right forearm, with another tattoo that is a dead man’s skull circled by a crescent moon in blood-red ink right on his left bicep.