Guardian Angel Warrior Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio

It almost didn't make sense, as all his other tattoos where either small or tiny. Another weird thing was why he left his chest out of the entire ink fest. "Phoenix is the insignia of the the Archangels." He stated coldly, that it made me drag my gaze from the yellowish white of his ceiling to the stony mask that was now his face. "I am aware of that, Almighty. Yours stands out, it isn't like the rest." "I am an Almighty, that's why." Mike snapped his reply even before I was done talking. I immediately knew there was a backstory he wasn't willing to share.

The red signifies the prisoner, the black signifies Xylah men and the white signifies our army. I use the other colors like yellow, blue, orange and brown to mark the other pack we were to attack. As I was calculating, I felt an arrow being thrown at me which I dodge, causing it to land on the wall. "Woah," I heard them mumble. When I looked, I found Dante with the arrow and I noticed it was already evening. I have been calculating this for quite a long time now. "See Gemma, even with her focus on it, she could still sense it," he said. I quickly put everything away, before standing up.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

"You are still the same, zoning out when relaxed." Ambrosius chuckles as I trail patterns on his chest with my fingers. He got a tattoo of an angel riding a ferociously looking black vampire on his chest. I absolutely love it, especially the vampire. I know it is him because of the golden eyes. And the angel is me. It brought me to tears when I saw it for the first time. Ambrosius said he had to have something that would stay with him for the rest of his life, that reminded him of me. "And you can still tell when it happens."

Here I thought his tattoos were only on his hands but turns out it wasn't only them. His back was full of tattoos but one caught my attention in particular, it looked like an Angel that's on its knees, the wings looked broken and above it were two hands, holding one another tightly with the word brother written underneath them and above the Angel… the fallen angel. Ray loved his brothers more than I could ever imagine, to the point where he tattooed his own body with a constant reminder of it. Something I could never have unless it's Malia we are talking about. Alana, focus.

There were other ways to make a grown man suffer. But first, I want to have some fun. "Mason, let me see your new tattoo," I insisted. I straddled his inked thighs and started picking at the corners of the surgical tape. He peeled away the gauze that covered his breastbone and my eyes flared with awe. Mason had chosen a heart-shaped padlock design with angel wings. The tattoo artist had designed my name to look like a key. It was so clever; it was the most beautiful design that I had ever seen.

“That’s it Angel. Show him what being mated to a Guardian really looks like.” She turns and looks at me, her chest heaving in her anger. I curl my fingers at her in a ‘come get me’ motion, and holy hell does she. I’ve seen Cara spar, but it didn’t prepare me for my little Guardian when she lets loose. There’s an obvious difference between Cara, who was born a Guardian and Angel, who is a reincarnated Guardian. Angel’s Guardian spirit has experience, knowledge, and pure grit. My girl is a fiend on the battlefield. Once she unleashes on me, it’s all I can do to stay on my feet and keep ahead of her. She’s everywhere, fists flying at every part of my body, legs sweeping to knock me down, kicks