Whitebeard Pirate Tattoo Novels & Stories

He was ripped and it was clearly seen this time as he wore white sand. There were numerous tattoos on his body despite the flying dove. One on his left arm which was a circular design, written in Sanskrit. The other one was visible when he took off the sando to replace it with another one, it was on his upper back that ran down towards his mid-back, an ancient sword. Revealing his front was his buffed chest and sizzling abs, that looked hotter than the global warming. On his right chest was another one, numerous bullets were scattered as one tattoo.

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

His abs looked perfect and dreamy, and his broad chest was to die for. 'Malek wished he looked like this,' I thought. "What do you want to do?" I asked as I saw him trying to get up. I removed my eyes as I saw the 555 and beast head tattoo drawn on his back. And I immediately moved to support him, by allowing him to lean on my breasts.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

“You know a lot about them.” “Of course, I wanted to become a Marine Biologist. That’s what my dad does, but I’d be much cooler because I won’t be a cheater like him,” he said nonchalantly. “What does this mean?” His hand that was holding my waist lifted higher. His thumb caressing the tattoo I got with Jake, just below my left breast. I focused on the feel of the pad of his thumb against my skin, the roughness, and the incoherent line he’s drawing. My friends asked me about it earlier when they saw me take off my top and bottoms, leaving me in my red and black striped bikini. I didn’t give them the real reason behind this ink but if someone sees me beside Jake, they will easily recognize th

He has a full sleeve bear tattoo inked on his right shoulder that continues till his right hand and connects to it climbing a tree to chest inked on his right shoulder. I wander why he chose a bear. The rest of his chest is covered in a red dragon blowing fire, it has complicated black outlines. It's gorgeous. I take a stand and inch closer to Roman. My fingers trace the patterns and swirls of the dragon. It's a much different style as compared to the others and unique. I wonder why he got it? I meet his gaze. "It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with expe

Why the wind decided to seek me out now was just a poetic justice. Taking off his shirt I finally saw those muscles in full. For the last day I had seen hints of them. His arms were the most striking to me at the time but those abs. They crawled up his stomach with two black tattoos on each of his pecks. Paw prints? “What are those about?” I pointed to my own chest then to him. Looking down he twitched slightly before shrugging, “Just something my brothers and I do when we start training. Conrad chose lines, Alfred chose stars. It’s like a a symbol that we have completed training.”

"All the brigadiers and lieutenants have arrived, Pakhan. They all are waiting for you. As per your order, the official tattoo artist is here too." Aleksandr nodded while Aria frowned at the information. "Tattoo artist?" She asked her husband. "Yes, if you had been my wife only, there would have been no need for a tattoo but you want to be a power partner. It means you are officially joining Bratva. This tattoo is going to be your crown, Aria. This is your last chance, if you want to back out do it now, because the tattoo is sacred. You have to wear it whole your life like a religious sign "

Ash let out a long breath and then turned to face forward. He stayed quiet for a long while, making me very uneasy. “Tell me about your tattoo?” I asked, hoping the light topic will change his mood. “What tattoo?” He asked drily. I touched his left shoulder, “the one you have here.” He looked at my hand on his shoulder, “it’s a tribal mark. I got it after the initiation.” “Is it supposed to show that you are a man? Was the bear not enough to attest to your manhood?” I joked.