Guardian Angel Warrior Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

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.

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

She laid next to me, naked and glorious after sex. “Why are the angels tattooed on both arms blindfolded?” Evelina asked, tracing the outline with her delicate fingers. “Because justice is blind,” I replied bluntly. Her body shifted closer to mine, and one bare leg wrapped around my own leg. “But the goddess of justice usually has a scale in one hand. The angels here have their hands tied.”

He then draws at the scratch paper a pistol and half of the angel's wing, I just stared at the paper that was placed on the table and watch at his hands, I place my finger on his hair and stroking it gently. "There, Fight for Life," He said when he finishes his drawing. I look at it and my brows furrowed. "Fight for life," I said and kiss him. That day we decided to go to a tattoo shop and had his drawing tattooed on our back near our nape, It was just a minimal size and it can't be seen when you don't look at it closely, we had the gun facing each other and the wings match when it was put together. After having our tattoos we decided to stroll around the city, He handed me his helmet and I

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

I told her. She looked at me, and then nodded as she started looking through the designs. All the designs had a resemblance of underworld and mafia, and with that, she has to choose one. She continued to look at those designs, while the other artist showed a few designs to me. I picked up the design of a sword, wrapped around a dragon and thorns. I wanted that tattoo to cover my entire back, and they agreed. While my shona chose a beautiful design, it didn't meant anything related to mafia, but it was the picture of a bird escaping from a cage.

He scanned my expression, his brows drawing together. I sighed. “Sorry. Since my pregnancy I've been more emotional. I hope it’ll go away soon.” I cleared my throat then rested my palm over his shoulder blade. “What’s the meaning of your tattoo? You know why I got mine, but I wonder why you got yours.” A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, the walls he was used to keeping up wanting to lock back in place. “Damian did it. About seven years ago.” I nodded to show him I was listening. “It’s a fallen angel, like you said. It represents the fall Damian and I took on the day our mother tried to kill us.”

“The day has not come when you need help. I will be watching from my quarters. I am casting the barrier spell from there. Asher, The Warrior Guardian, is a taker of lives. I don’t want mine to be next.” He pulled Marina close to him so he could see the truth in her eyes. “Coward! So that’s it then? Put the barrier up and hide in your quarters till it’s done?” She looked away from him. Legarde releases his grip. “Then, why agree to this?” “Those are my orders, my Lord commands it.” “Get the barrier up on my signal.” Legarde turned his back to her and stomped towards the cave, trying to think of the exact moment when he became a Guardian exterminator.

Darrell turns around and held his forehead, while Pontius stares at Alyssa and smiles. "Darrell please tell me what's the matter, is anything wrong?" Alyssa has so many questions to ask. Pontius swims up to her and tried to calm her down. "Alyssa, it's alright okay, I can explain," Pontius said softly, Alyssa looked really scared. "The star tattoo is what signifies you as a guardian, and since you don't have it, it only means you are not a guardian." "I'm not a guardian?" Alyssa asked herself in a whisper. "I'm not a guardian," said Alyssa happily and held Pontius's hand and jumped up playfully, then she swims to Darrell.