Uncle Iroh Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

The triplets laughed at him and he rolled his eyes. "It's not like you guys can tie your shoe laces", he said to his friends. "Yes, we can", Andrea said to him. "It's not a crime to forget. Let me tie it for you", Enzo said abd crouched down to help Alexi. Alexi spotted the eagle tattoo on Enzo's neck. "Uncle, what's this?", He asked as he placed his hand on the tattoo. "It's like a drawing", Enzo said as he stood up. "Really? It's awesome, I want one too!", Alexi said. "You want what?", Antonio asked. "Uncle's drawing", Alexi said. Enzo shook his head and faced all of them.

I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her. “That’s lovely.” Enrique’s mother says next, she’s dressed in a green night robe that makes her eyes stand out. “You and Tyler both deserve this, you make Tyler so happy.” “I got a panther mark.” Chiara says, blushing. She shows us her mark and we all gush heartily, panthers mark usually involves a sleek, agile seductive couple. “Can someone please talk about Irene’s mark? We haven’t heard anything about it yet and it’s eating me.” Naya says and everyone’s eyes t

Igor looks at me like I’m crazy for a few beats. I repeat my words. “Let my brother go and I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” “You say that now, after you stabbed me?” I gulp, unsure of what to say to that. He keeps the ball of tissues on his chest and then he turns around to discard them before pulling new ones. His whole back is covered in the not detailed tattoo of a skull I’ve ever seen before. There’s a cross right on its forehead, and I can’t help but wonder what it means.

the last one says. The last brother to meet seems very soft and mellow, following his namesake perfectly. His most prominent feature that I notice immediately is because of his shirt sleeves not existing. All up his arms are swirling tattoos. Despite them, and the shadowy designs they present, he still seems very soft and gentle. His eyes are like molten honey, and his swept back hair is a beautiful woodland brown. I rub the back of my neck. “These are a lot of names to remember.” “We don’t expect you to remember them all now,” Tai says, raising his eyebrow at me as if it’s foolish to think I should. “We just hope you get along well with us.”

“You want to know how I know things I shouldn’t?” I slid closer, until there was no room left between me and Leon but heat. “Your uncle has a tattoo,” I announced, fingers grazing Leon’s collar. “Black flame. Mid-back. Just below the spine.” Leon inhaled sharply. Barely audible—but I caught it. “How do you know I have a tattoo?”

I will ask. "You know .. based on some movies that I've watched with uncle Sage, the thugs there are full of tattoos in their skins, they also have a lot of piercings like yours .. is that necessary?" He asked so I blinked and secretly ordered my older brother in my mind. Why does he watch those barbaric movies with Cohen ?!

Darius shot his brother a scathing look, but Draven didn't flinch. “What tattoo?” Darius pressed, his voice cold. I wiped off the tears hastily and cleared my throat as I forced myself to speak. I needed to save him. “They normally have a red bird tattoo. The man I saw had it, if he's one of them he would have the tattoo behind his ears,” I answered. Darius frowned and stared at his guards, giving them a curt nod. I watched as they searched my father, yanking his head to the side and pulling at his collar for any sign of a tattoo but there was nothing.

the trailed off in uncertainty. "That is the tattoo I discovered on Gorah's right breast fiur days ago." Jason finally hit the nail on the head. "It's a rogue symbol." June butted in. Everyone threw her curious glances. How does she know that? "My aunt's late mate was a rogue. He had a tattoo of that symbol. He died four years back." She elaborated. "Whatever it is," Jason put his palms together. "I'm certain this katana is Gorah's property. Didn't I tell you George? Gorah killed my father."

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

I couldn’t quite see what exactly was wrong with what I was wearing. "And?" I asked, looking at my father. "What’s wrong with this?" "For one, you’re showing too much skin." My father pointed out. "Nothing wrong with that. It is nice and decorated, so at least it isn’t bare." I responded, flashing a smile. My full-sleeve nautical tattoo ran the length of my arm and a tribal owl covered my right thigh. I had to admit, my skin was fun to look at, probably why I loved showing it off. I had a few other tattoos hiding below my clothes, but my father didn’t have to know that.