Guardian Angel Warrior Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

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

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.

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

Her special ability was that any time danger was near, her scales would glow brightly, as would her eyes. Angel was also invincible to other supernatural powers. Since there were still some supernatural that didn’t follow the order of things, there was always a danger to humans. The humans knew that, but all shifters have proven to stand between humans and threats, as they were half-human as well. Shifters were treated like Gods, although Shifters refused to take on that role. To them, they were only doing what they thought was necessary to protect everyone. It wasn’t like Shifters turned against all supernatural to protect humans, they also protected other supernatural creatures from humans

She quickly ran over and looked at my wound. The wound on my back was really torn due to my sudden movement. I could feel the slimy liquid on my white T-shirt. White T-shirt? Why do I wear it? Who changed my clothes? So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise.

“What is this?!” “That is a guardian sign, my child.” On Angela’s hand was a tattoo of a wolf which shone and showed four colors; Red, Brown, Blue and Grey and it was beautiful. “Woah!” Angela said with a smile on her face. “This is beautiful.” Selene chuckled again. “It sure is. You have all the four colors and the elemental wolves will each have one of the colors on your hand representing their power and the element they can wield. Just so you know, your eyes are also shining like your hand.”