Zoro Swords Tattoo Novels & Stories

She stood stiffly in the center, arms crossed. Lorenzo closed the door, locking it with a click that echoed too loud. He walked past her, unbuttoning his jacket and shrugging it off. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing his strong arm and his dangerous tattoo. It was an eagle's tattoo. He didn’t speak. Just poured a drink from the mini bar, leaned against it, and sipped slowly. Nora stared at his tattoo for a while. Lorenzo never had a tattoo on his arm, only on his back. Did he get one recently? She thought.

His eyes locked onto mine for half a second stormy gray-golden eyes clashing with my electric blue ones And then he rose. Zerathos. Right on time. A shape formed within the mist. Towering. Obsidian-skinned, clothes in robes in shadows that slithered like serpents, face covered with a bone made mask. Eyes—not eyes—voids that shone with ancient malice. The crown of thorns on his head bled shadow like a leaking wound, and in his hand, he held a blade forged from pain itself—it screamed. Literally. The blade screamed.

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

"So, I can see Ace marked you," "How does everyone know that?" I asked quizzically. She raised my right hand which she was holding, held it up and showed me my forearm. I gasped. A Chinese blue flamed-body dragon wrapped itself around the sword tattoo on my forearm. I checked my other hand, the same thing. "How… Marking me with a sword?" "Yeah. Having the sword in your forearms only showed you were the mate of a royal Dragonoid but now the dragon has established itself on your mate symbol, it means you have both completed the mating ritual,"

Alfi stands up and draws Pelidi from his bracelet. “Let’s put an end to this once and for all! Level 7: GG. 70000000 swords!” Alfi exclaimed dashing in Sunekuo’s direction. Darz and Harz keep shooting him. Alfi swiftly slashes him 70000000 times and ends it with a heavy thrust. “Varz!” Alfi exclaimed. Varz takes a leap raising both of his swords. His swords are cloaked in thick and blazing purple Iru along with heavy thunder and wind as well.

Closer. Closer. Closer. “A tattoo,” I yelled. “They both had the same tattoo.” How did I miss that earlier? “Are you sure?” Prince Dante asked. “Positive, Master. I remember it now. Coral had a tattoo on her right forearm and so did Zane.” Master went quiet for a minute, then he asked. “Can you describe the tattoo?” “It was a cross in the midst of thorns.” When Coral raised her hands to pierce my neck, I saw it.

Lenora's POV Alpha Zade stood before me, stark naked, his chiseled physique on full display. My eyes darted wildly around his body, taking in the tattoo that covered part of his chest and left arm. His tattoo was the same as the symbol I had seen on the signboard earlier. ‘Two daggers crossed over its forehead, their blades adorned with ancient runes.’ Alpha Zade's tattoo, a symbol of his Pack's heritage, seemed to glow in the room's dim light, a reminder of his strength and authority and power.

“Your coin tastes like the castle and I have something against that blade and the castle. Remember? Family feuds? Now, what is it you wear on your neck?” That was the protection they spoke about. They knew this would happen. “I do not know what you’re talking about but it was nice doing business with you” there was no need in hiding my movements now. Brisk steps had me halfway through the room when a blade went whooshing past my face and lodged itself into the wall opposite me. I looked back to see him holding another dagger in one hand and a boomerang in the other “return my weapon, I do not wish to trade it. You can choose from the others”

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe