Guardian Angel Warrior Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

“Or am I not allowed to call you that anymore?” “Let’s work back to the nicknames. The indecisiveness you both have about being friends with me has given me emotional whiplash. The tattoos seem to be an addition to the spell, but only for you five. I got a matching one, too.” I hold up my wrist showing the cuff I now have with a crescent moon layer as the outer edges, quarter moon bands just inside that, then half moon bands with a full moon band in the center. As I look at mine, the moons get progressively bigger, like the full moons are closer to me. “None of the warriors got a tattoo to go with their protection bracelet.” “How many times have you done this spell?” “

I shouted at her, hoping she could hear me while she was in the Moon Goddess realm. “A seventh Guardian Knight has been selected, he will be what completes the Guardian Knight bond,” she said in an eerie, ethereal voice. I was confused as I thought Ellie was supposed to make the last selection but in the same breath, I was worried because I didn’t want that light and energy to draw others to us before we were ready.

I suggested as I stood up to take a closer look at his new tattoo and my body froze in front of him when I saw Ayla and Xav boldly written on the left side of his chest. "Yo.. y.. you tattooed our names on your chest" I stammered as I trailed my finger on it and he released a pleased sound, that sounded almost like a pleasurable groan. My mind was too foggy to think about anything other than this beautiful toned chest before me, this angel standing before me, my guardian angel!

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

Then he covered her with the quilt and kissed her forehead tenderly before leaving the way he had come. It was so liberating to stop fighting what he felt. He felt lighter. Stronger. At home, he went straight to his room. He took off his shirt and looked at his new tattoo on his chest: Silver, in its wolf form, with blue eyes and a purple lightning bolt. On his arm, he read aloud, written in the language of wolves: “Together we are strong.”

The only one who ever truly cared. The memory faded, and I was back in the sanctuary, staring at the man who had been my secret guardian for all these years. "You saved my life that night," Kael's voice was soft, pulling me from my thoughts. "From that moment on, I swore I would spend my life protecting you." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing an intricate tattoo on his arm. It was the image of a wolf, identical to the mark on my own wolf's form. "This is a guardian's mark," Kael said, gently stroking the tattoo. "It only appears when you truly love someone, when you are willing to protect them with your life."

Ethan crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side, staring at me like I was insane. “Kind of like shadow bitches, magical DNA sequences, birth by fire, and a destiny? You’re right, sweets. Fortunes are completely improbable. Now, you’re first.” Well, he had me there. I just shrugged and broke mine open. There were no words but looked just like a sigil. ‘Phoenix?’ I heard her tinkling laughter floating through my mind. ‘My Warrior, it is a sigil for endurance. Another wildcard. You need to have your Heart carve it above your own heart.’

“The tattoo you already have. The rose and dagger. My sister had the same one. Like, exactly the same, except hers was larger than yours. I was wondering how you ended up with that design?” “A-all of us have one. I mean, all of the Sentinel do.” Ayrelles puts her hand over her collarbone and looks confused. “It, um, represents our spirits’ journeys.” “The beauty of the journey is worth the danger.” Bronx and Les say at the same time. “That’s the Sentinel motto.” Les squints her eyes. “How did you know that?” Bronx rubs his hands together and looks past Les at a photo of Lenora, Ashley, and me on the shelf behind her. “Because that is what Lenora told me when I asked her if she was sure she w

Ends “Hey my beautiful Angel, I know you have joined college, it’s your dream to become a designer and I know you’ll achieve it, I’ll be waiting to wear your handmade design for me, remember this you’ll be my personal designer, may all your wish come true and I know my Angel is a warrior, who doesn’t back out from anything. Here is my wish for you Angel, Keep smiling, your smile lit up my small world. Hugs and good luck wishes” - Your Admirer

he asks. "An angel killed her." "Which angel?" "The one with silver wings." "Luci do you know of an angel with silver wings?" Logan asks. "Uh yeah," I murmur, glancing between the two demons. "Jaquelin is the warrior who guards the council leader. He paints his wings silver." "Mistress I beg you to send me to kill the angel. Please allow me to avenge the death of our former ruler." Logan nods at me so I turn to the demon, frowning a little. "Uh, bring him here first," I decide and he bows even lower to the ground before vanishing in a cloud of black smoke.