Ulquiorra 4 Tattoo Novels & Stories

The silver-gold tattoos on his chest and arms flared with the intensity of a dying sun, generating a localized, spatial-warping shield of pure, kinetic chaos. "Keep typing, Queen," Caleb smirked over his shoulder, his molten gold eyes burning with the thrill of defying another god. "I'll hold the sky." Scarlett didn't look up. Her fingers danced across the glowing, holographic terminal she had forced the ancient console to project. Her cosmic gold eyes were locked onto the cascading lines of the orbital weapon's telemetry data. "Just give me ten seconds, King of the North," Scarlett murmured, her starlight brush weaving intricate lines of Origin Code into the terminal.

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?” That gets a reaction.

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

When Queenie accidentally touched the Hexbloom, Felix had to treat her immediately, leaving her in nothing but underwear due to the unusual circumstances. In that vulnerable state, he could not help but notice every detail of her body, including places he should not have seen. On Queenie's back, near her right shoulder, there was an intriguing tattoo that initially appeared to be a cobra's head but also resembled a skull upon closer inspection. The design was particularly striking with its red-inked edges, and Felix could not help but recall seeing it somewhere before.

With a bow of his head and a murmured apology, he left the room while the rest of us still tried to swallow down our laughs. "Now that you're awake," Quade said, ambling further into the room with his fists in his low-riding sweats and a shirtless upper body. His tattoos swirled around his skin, thick black lines making up different images. And yet, with my vampire sight, it wasn't the tattoos that grasped my attention but the pink scars that lay beneath — that he clearly tried to hide. He stood in front of the witch with furrowed brows, "mind explaining the map and how we can save the people that were taken from us because we've been coming up short."

I looked into his dark eyes and shook my head, before staring at his chest, where I realised my name was tattooed on his left breast. "When did you get that?" I asked, staring at the words. ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul.’ "When Dante was just a pup, I got his name on my wrist and the girl's names on the other." He held his arms out and I leaned forward taking a look. Indeed, on one wrist it read Dante alongside numerous other tattoos, and on the other arm, he had both girls, with Skyla’s name just above Kataleya’s.

She gasped and covered her mouth. Alejandro looked at her. “That tattoo. How did you get it?” she asked. “From a tattoo artist?” “It's a wolf.” “No, a dog. The symbol of The Lucien Brothers,” he stated but Avril did not believe him. She did not want to believe Alejandro was completely ordinary, even though he was.

I say, feeling betrayed. Damn! Did one of mine betray me? " You think? But who could have allied with them? " Guilhermino asks thoughtfully, making a strange face. "Does anyone here have a spider tattoo on their shoulder?" He immediately looks at me confused. " Which is? Spider tattoo, what the fuck? I shrug it off, downing more shots of whiskey. " I remember one of the men is shirtless and has this tattoo, maybe it's someone from here." I clarify, pouring myself more of the amber drink.

The jailer opened her cell door, he has four scars on his face running from the eyebrow to the cheek. From the man's build he seems to be a strong fighter with a large physical appearance and bulging muscles. The tattoo on his shoulder caught her attention. A crescent moon stabbed with a knife. She's definitely inside a rogue territory. She backed away to the corner when he entered, a disgustingly creepy smile plastered on his face.

A tiger motif was tattooed on his face. This man was Tigre, one of the Quintus family’s twelve zodiac fighters, a person much stronger than Pigsy and Capra. “After screwing up, how are you still alive?”