Ulquiorra 4 Tattoo Novels & Stories

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?”

“I don't understand why you won't leave me alone” Without responding to his words, I walked towards him, staring at the tattoo inscription on his upper back that read ‘Incendio’ meaning fire in Spanish. My heart slammed hard against my ribcage at that moment. Only the Anoris had that tattoo inscription on their bodies. While mine was Tierra, his was Incendio—Earth and Fire. My breath came out in ragged gasps. “You…are…an Anori” I stammered out and he froze.

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

" she replied, taking off her clothes and handing them to Isla. Isla didn't want to, so she shook her head furiously in defiance. She doesn't want to abandon her in this hellhole. Her entire body began to tremble in response to what her twin was doing. Luzy forced her. She stripped her naked and put her clothes on Isla. Isla fixed her gaze on Luzy as she changed her clothes. When Luzy was finished, she took the marker and handed it to Isla. She didn't want to, but Luzy had already decided. Her hands were trembling as she grasped the marker. She used the mirror in the room to examine the tattoo on her face before drawing it on Luzy's face. She was trembling and crying as she tried to replicat

What does he mean that’s for later? Cutting off the straps of my thong as well, he takes a step backward and removes his bowtie, which was already loose and hanging around his neck. As he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes do not leave mine and even as they’re filled to the brim with anger, I can see the hunger. I was right about his body being covered in tattoos, but in this case, only his back and sides, save for one tattoo over his left pectoral, right over his heart. It is a black heart with a dagger with the words SANGUE PER SANGUE.

I irritatingly mutter but he just presses his lips tightly to me. "You're not that talkative before" he mutters "Let me show you my tattoo" he whisper. I stop. So he's serious about getting undress first before I able to see his tattoo? "Eyes down here honey," he sexily utter "Here's my tattoo" I slowly look down and I saw him pointed the upper part of his waist. And there I saw his tattoo, a small crown with a written letter under it- Cosa Il Sovrano. The 'L' in the Cosa Il Sovrano was replaced by a knife. The font style is beautiful and it matches the font size.