Umbrella Academy Tattoos Novels & Stories

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Adam's tattoo was a design of a one-winged butterfly. "It's a reminder of something important to me," Adam said. "Something that I carry with me every day. A reminder of the struggles that I had to face in my life.” Adam's black eyes shone at her, as Althea felt him draw nearer to her. She didn't move an inch and kept looking at him. Althea's fingers traced the lines of the tattoo, and she felt a strange sense of connection to it, as if she could understand the meaning behind it just by touching it.

Even then I could still swear that I could taste it in there. Next, once I was sitting up, I brought my wrist up to my face. On it, was the tattoo. It was done is a now what looked black in. The tattoo itself was fairly simple. It was a rectangular box, inside of which was a shield with a sun on, much like the flag of the country we were in. Behind that shield were two interlocking spears. Apart from that, there was some kind of writing below the image, but I had no idea what any of it meant. This was the first time in this place, that I had encountered this. In fact, as I thought it seems like I was incredibly lucky to not have run into this kind of problem before. After looking at the new

she smiled widely at them as she rose from the foot of the tree where she sat. "I have a question though," it was the same kid from earlier who had asked who the Vampire King was. "What unique tattoo does he need to find?" "Oh," Dua chuckled, "I have a sample here." She rolled up her sleeve on her right arm, revealing a delicate jacaranda branch wrapping around the her right arm, with small, intricately designed flowers and leaves spreading towards her shoulder. The flowers are a vibrant purple hue, gradating from light lavender at the tips to deep plum near the branch. The branch itself is thin and curved, with tiny buds and leaves sprouting along its length.

All of a sudden, his brother seemed to care for Ace's feelings. Breiy incredulously glared at him more before he turned to look at Ace who he knew would face their parents alone, since Blaze is so ruthless since earlier today. Bella and Lander openly gaped when a handsome guy emerged from the laundry. They both stared and openly inspected Ace with their keen eyes. Ace's tattoo on his upper arm is slightly peeking from the sleeve of his gray t-shirt and another tattoo on the lower side of his wrist that is running upward just until his elbow. He also has a piercing with a stud and loop earrings in just one ear.

Is he naturally built like this? Sasha steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it's a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It's lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. "Ulyana told me about the tattoos in the Bratva," I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. "What do these all mean?"

Marcus said. I lifted my head and looked at the bike again through tears. Now that I could see past the shock, I noticed the rest. The new paint was deep black with a subtle shimmer that only showed when the light hit it just right. Along the side of the tank, worked into the design so delicately I almost missed it, was a dagger. Behind it, a crown. Around both, the fine lines of a compass, woven together in the exact shape of our tattoo. My hand pressed against my chest.

My dress was short-sleeved and long. There were a lot of flowers out here tonight. The ceremony was being held behind the pack house. I checked my arm, expecting to see red, enflamed skin; instead, I found a blue mark in the shape of a flower. It looked like a morning glory flower. It was as if someone gave me a tattoo. “What’s wrong, Gabbie?” Kade asked, reaching for me. “I don’t know. I didn’t have this a few minutes ago.” Kade thumbed the new tattoo. It didn’t brush off. Kade rolled up his white shirt on his left arm. My lips parted when he showed me a bright red paw tattoo on his forearm.