Underworld Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

The night out with Samson where I miraculously met the fine specimen that turned out to be a mafia prince who wanted to kill me but is now asking me to be his roommate. It was weird enough that I hadn't heard from Samson in days. One minute he was kidnapping me and the next he was forcing me to have a bath. “Hell nah” I muttered. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what I saw. How was he going to force me to being a roommate with him without him knowing a thing or two about having a roommate? The first thing being nudity. My eyes refused to move after they fell on his beautiful body. The sight of him was shocking, yet utterly magnificent. My gaze was snagged instantly, an involun

I asked, enjoying the feeling of Dante’s touch. “They went to the main house to make sure everything was progressing the way it should be, and that all the necessary items were brought here. I drew the short straw, or the best straw.” I went over to the shower bench and sat back down. All I could do was stare at Dante. Dante was about 6’5” tall, he is slightly shorter than the triplets and Benji, but not by much, he has long, lean legs with well-defined quads and calves. Dante has golden brown eyes with flecks of green, he has broad shoulders, and strong biceps. Dante has eight-pack abs, and his hip bones stick out just a little bit. He’s not skinny, he has great muscle tone, but he could us

A month before our wedding, my fiance, Rocco Morelli, disappeared. I searched for him for weeks, until I finally saw him in a jewelry boutique. He was there with a beautiful woman, helping her pick out a diamond ring. She was Emilia Leone, my father's illegitimate daughter, the one I kicked out of the family three years ago. Rocco slipped a 20-carat diamond ring onto her finger, the stone blindingly bright. I was just about to march up to him and confront him for his disappearing act when I heard his subordinate, Anthony Johnson, ask, "Are you really going to organize a fake wedding ceremony, then abandon Cassandra on the wedding day and broadcast indecent photos of her for all to see?"

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

“Wait, is this not Underworld? I asked, pointing at the floor. “No, silly.” she said, shaking her head and chuckling, “If this truly had been the Underworld, you would have been scared out of your wits. For the Underworld is a treacherous place, full of danger and despair. The very ground beneath is scorching hot, with lava-like molten fire that we call the Hellfire. It is a place few dare venture, and even fewer can survive.” My heart plummeted as my eyes widened in shock.

he said with a deeply amused smirk. That had me bouncing on my heels in excitement. They definitely deserved this for what they had done. I could not wait to share this with Angel and her bio mother. I followed him through the corridors. Honestly, I had never really thought about what the Underworld might look like, but I was pleasantly surprised. The interior of where we were was light and filled with artwork of nature and the various species that he created. It definitely did not have the dark and demonic vibe that many would assume that it did.

I draw it out from behind my back. He nods once, then pulls me into a deep, possessive kiss that leaves both of us breathless. “I agree with Alex,” he says gruffly. “Don’t be late.” Later – The Underworld Cloaked in invisibility, I enter the Underworld. Normally, I like this place. The Underworld has always gotten a bad rap—especially from Christianity, which tends to equate it with Hell. But it’s more nuanced than that. There are three primary zones:

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.