Ulquiorra 4 Tattoo Novels & Stories

In the middle of his bloody court, Don Julio stood like an angry monarch. Shirtless. His muscles ripples in the faintight. I was afraid to look at him but I saw those beautiful tattoos that were inked on his arms and chest. The most striking of these was a black snake that coiled up the side of his neck, its tongue flicking out toward his jawline with its mouth open. It had a live appearance. And on Don Julio's forearm was a giant scorpion. He slicked backd his dark hair perfectly. His skin was golden. His eyes are dangerous. One hand he held a gun in as if it were a pencil rather than a weapon.

“Tell me about the tattoo.” He sighs before going on, as if he regrets starting down this road with me. “I’ve never seen anything like it. That was part of the reason I wanted to do it. It was a nice piece. Stormy seas, breaking waves on these crags that jutted out of the water like shark teeth - lots of lines and shadows, lots of small hidden images within, even the shadow of a girl’s face. Your face, Loli. That’s how I know.”

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?

- he said, looking at his body in surprise and a little indignantly. Beneath that gorgeous abs were muscular, strong thighs, and in the back, firm and firm... erm... well... just like a nut! And above this very bottom part of the nut was ... Tattoo! All the way back!!! She went from the very bottom of the back to the cervical vertebrae, slightly touching the shoulders. The tattoo, which was most surprising, was black and red and depicted some symbols, the meaning of which he did not know. There was also an inscription in a language that no one but the initiates knows. Alrian.

Quattro smiled and said, “I have a secret art.” Quattro’s body flashed. He appeared in the sky before Xitlaly. Then, his appearance turned into a handsome man. “Xitlaly, nice to meet you. I’m Quattro. I’m looking for a partner.” Xitlaly’s facial features were delicate. Her eyes were soulful, but her expression was cold. She glanced at Quattro. A single glance from her sent Quattro falling from the sky harshly to the ground. Quattro landed deep in the dirt.

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

Gulf leaned on his shoulder, "I thought so too, but maybe it was caused by PTSD I don't want to judge without personally meeting her... Anyway, I asked Tul to investigate the death of my parents, and I want to show you the footage that the PI took." Gulf got his laptop and fiddled his fingers on the keys, and later on, a black and white footage played. Mew wasn't certain, but he saw something on the nape of the man. His sharp eyes darted closely to the laptop. "Zoom it on his collar." Gulf zoomed it. Despite the dark colour, there is indeed something on his nape. A small tattoo. "I don't recognize it, how about you?" Gulf grimace. "A scorpion."

The once beautiful canvas of his phoenix tattoo is now topped with another set of prints that aren’t part of the art I admired. With blurry eyes, I tumbled out of bed and kneeled between his legs. There, a heartbreaking sight of bullet and knife scars met my gaze. On his right chest, the Outlaws’ insignia was marked with an X. I’m sure a knife did it from the smooth edge of the scar. And on his left side were two bullet wounds, barely missing his liver. But below his left breast, the words ‘corazón para la muñeca’ were written in cursive writing. [heart for the doll]

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.”

I saw black and white roses and some funny ones, like one of Baby Yoda and a bandaite tattoo. When he turned around I realized he had a tattoo of his dogs on the top of his shoulders. “Are you checking me out?” He asked as he smirked. “Yes, I am, handsome” I replied. “Mom!” Oliver shouted embarrassed. Shit, I didn’t realize he could hear us. “Sorry Oliver. But I was just looking at his tattoo’s. They’re really cool.”