Novel & Cerita Lion Eyes Forearm Tattoo

He moved a bit away from her and began unbuttoningthis shirt. Nima's brows raised in confusion. “Your abs are fake? Don't tell me you're about to remove a silicone from your abs.” She said in an amused tone. Joel chuckled at her words while still proceeding with his action till he was done. He turned his back to her and gently pulled down his shirt to reveal the tattoo of a mysterious shadowy figure with 2 small horns protruding at its forehead. It looks like a creature shrouded in darkness. It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon.

While looking at Dennis's unconcious state, his eyes found something new thing on Dennis's body. Alden moved closer to see it and found a tattoo on his ring finger line. Alden frowned as he looked briefly at the tattoo. If it was something else, he might not recognize the tattoo at first glance but Alden knew what this tattoo was. Because this tattoo was different. There was a little Lion tattoo on Dennis's ring finger line.  (Imagine this tattoo, a tiny one on the side line of the ring finger) Little Lion. Little Lion. Little Lion.

His hand caressed my breast underneath my clothes. Arman slowly unbuttoned my dress, and as he pulled away from kissing me, he took off his long white sleeves. I saw that he had a tribal Lycan tattoo on the right side of his chest. I read about this in some books at the library, and it's pretty cool that Arman got this tattoo. I wanted to ask, but I couldn't because he was kissing my neck, chest, and back to my neck again. His tongue was so hot that it could drive me crazy by making me want more.

He stares at my arm, at where the sleeve of the jumper I’m wearing is rolled up enough and his eyes focus right in on where the tattoo is. I paid a small fortune for that tattoo. It’s a phoenix. It felt almost poetic at the time although I’d admit now it’s a bit cheesy. Its wings are inked into flames. It stretches over my forearm, not too big, but it covers what he’d done. How he’d marked me.

When she finally stepped out, droplets sliding down her thighs, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly swollen from biting them too hard. Her eyes were glassy with something unspoken. And when she turned, she saw it again — the mark on her left hip. A tattoo - like crest. Etched into her skin like a brand. It shimmered faintly in the light, elegant yet powerful. A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle.

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

And I was surprised to learn that he also had a tattoo, because no photo showed it. It was the head of a lion at the top of his forearm, whose design was of black and bluish tones, so that it stood out perfectly on his Caucasian skin. Flynn said he still had plans to get more tattoos, but, like me, he had a formed and irreducible opinion about needles: A pain that could be avoided if it was not caused by a vaccine.

Lylah shrugged. The first line was destroyed. More werewolves, despite having many of their men down, still surged toward Lylah and the group. They were firmer and stronger, with heavy long blockers ready to support them at the front line. Falcon couldn't help but stare at Lylah's tattoo, especially the one on her left shoulder: ‘Little Wolf’. Then the other tattoos—where did she get them? As if sensing his gaze, Lylah glanced at him with a blank look.

Or rather I say, on my arm, since I'm wearing a white sleeveless nightie. “Your seal. It’s visible.” My sister said as she looks at my arms. I turn my gaze upon what she’s looking at and there I saw the symbols on my both arms. A ruby red dragon with merlot lining is visible on my left, which is a symbol of Alaric. While an arctic blue dragon with cerulean lining on the right which came from Audra. These dragon tattoos on my arms stand are my seal. Because of what happened before, we’ve agreed to put a seal on me since I can barely feel nor use my power.

The wolf is ghastly pale and fit for his age. From where I sit, I can spot the head of a lion tattooed on his biceps. It covers the whole of his forearms too. The neck has something scribbled in a language I cannot comprehend. ‘Bhan, what would like to have?’ The blonde hottie beside him passes him the menu. It takes him less than a minute to determine and order. Then his attention is back on his friends again. He chuckles at something a hazelnut companion on the right says.