Zuko Tattoos Novels & Stories

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

I wanted to caress that ink on his bicep and his sinewy forearms. “Join me.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My gaze dropped to what was peeking through his boxers—his tattoo. I moved forward so he could sink in behind me. “The tattoo you have there is interesting.” “It’s inked out of fun.” “What does it mean?” I knew it was written in Japanese. “Keizoku w* chikara nari. Something like, don’t give up.” “I like it.” “Thanks. You’re killing me, you know,” he said with a groan as he joined me. He settled himself in, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He then wrapped his arms around me.

“As my daughter, you’re an elemental conjurer. Being elemental is hereditary, and there is no way the blood-” “I’m not talking about me inheriting your abilities, I’m talking about me being here in my condition. If I am an elemental conjurer like you, I’ll most likely be a fire or air conjurer.” I frown, staring at the tattoos on his bare hands. The familiar tattoo of a flaming dragon is coiled around one wrist, while on the other is a tattoo of a white bird resting on the top of his palm, underneath the bird is a white line of strings flowing down to coil three times around his wrist before moving up to connect with the rotating white ball on the inside of his palm.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

When they both recovered, on the inside of their right arm between the elbow and wrist was a tattoo of a dragon poised for flight. While Zutara's mark was done in a wide spectrum of colours from bright blues, pinks and oranges to blood red and burnished gold, Riz's was done completely in black but aside from difference in the colour it was the exact same dragon. "You are now the custodian of a rare and almost extinct legacy, you have to learn and master the five natural elements - Fire, Water, Earth, Air and Lightning, you will also learn to master the sword as there are times when the elements may ot be enough," Sikorra gestured toward Riz

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

Not wanting to give him a chance to change his mind, she quickly slid her hand down, hooked it into the towel, and decisively pulled it off. And just as she thought, his member remained dormant, soft, showing no signs of arousal. Was her provocation having no effect on him? But hadn’t there been a slight reaction earlier? Was it still not enough? Zoe felt a flicker of discouragement, dropping her gaze, then suddenly paused. What was that? Zoe squinted for a clearer look. Winding from his flank, running down his seductive hip bone, was an exquisitely stylized black serpent tattoo. Its body coiled around him, scales sharp, the most striking feature being its fiery red eyes, like two burning co

I said instead. “The family of the deceased would not understand that. They want blood.” He sat on the stool. It should've made him look smaller or at the very least it should've looked silly but it did not. If anything, he looked scarier perched upon the stool than he did standing. He motioned a finger and a bodyguard brought his shoes to him. “Hanzo here for example, wants your head on a platter.” Hanzo referred to the bald headed snake tattoo escort. Presumably, he was part of the inner flock as well.

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.