Umbrella Academy Tattoos Novels & Stories

Jamila had squeezed herself in the small space next to me, talking nonstop but I had ignored her all night. Akayda sat at the end of the table. Too far. “Wait,” Camila laughed. “Stephen has a tattoo?” Stephen had unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a rose inked on his shoulder. “It’s so cute,” Camila said. “Well,” Jamila smirked, “he’s not the only one with a tattoo. Akayda has one too.” My hand froze mid air with the cup in my hand. “What?” Camila asked. Jamila leaned back. “I saw it during our medical checkup. Close to her waist.”

She turned to Maya and mouthed, "Later" "I saw that!", Tatiana snapped. Kalina blinked at Tatiana innocently. "What did you see? There was nothing…" She pulled her t-shirt over her head and got busy unbuttoning her shorts. Just like other girls, she had a swimsuit under her clothes. Talia was fascinated by the tattoos that covered Kalina's exposed back. As Kalina's body moved, it looked like that artwork came to life. "Are you sure that there are no stands for these umbrellas?", Axel asked Drake suspiciously.

I shouldn't believe a word that comes out of their mouth. "Adrian is not a liar! You people are all monsters! You want to turn him into the monster? No, I wouldn't believe a word you say!" Leo clapped his hand, then looked at me, "He's really gotten you good hasn't he? Have you ever asked him to show you the tattoo he has as a member of the Shadows? All their members have it ..I guess no, he hasn't because he was never part of them. WE ARE THE SHADOWS." He yanked his shirt up and a huge black skull tattoo on the side of his ribcage is revealed. The others showed theirs too.

I couldn't free myself so might as well enjoy it while it lasts. I looked at the students and saw the biggest line for the tattoo Booth. We had successfully convinced, Mr. Frederick (teacher in charge of fests in school) to allow a tattoo booth and call a professional tattoo maker. It turned out to be the best idea ever. There were plenty of guys and even a few girls in the line. As we passed the Booth, I heard a faint scream from inside and shuddered thinking about the oozing blood. Thank God I didn't want tattoos. My mind drifted to Ace, he had two tattoos clearly but I knew he had more on his chest and back. Why did he do them if it pains so much? Did he want to cause pain to himself? If

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.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

he ordered in a composed tone, and I nodded almost instantly. As Deimon left the cave in pursuit of Monica, I remained inside, clutching my arms close to my chest as I nervously ventured further into the darkness. Shortly after, a wave of relief washed over me as my vision caught something nearby. I exclaimed with joy upon locating the Umbra Pack Flag on a cold stone table. A small candle illuminated the area, making it easier to spot. The Umbra Pack flag featured a deep blue background with a bold silver crescent moon at the center, accompanied by three silver rays symbolizing strength, unity, and resilience.

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

And yet. "S-Stop this..." she panted. Zalakai's eyes narrowed as he looked her over again. Scars covered her body, but not as dark as the ones on her back. She had said nothing else about admitting her "Father" was the one to cause her harm. He couldn't recall anything about her parents. He knew she was an orphan at a young age, but nothing else from that. Tattoos covered her arms, her chest, her sternum and her neck. Tribal. Old traditional tattoos decorated her throat. Tribal lined her collarbone and sternum. Both of her arms were full of water colored art with what appeared to have proverbs quoted in spots. Her ribs were also inked. Her right side was with a Phoenix and the left side with