Lion Eyes Forearm Tattoo Novels & Stories

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

Hoping he’d say he thought of her first. “I did,” Orion replied. “But then I remembered they went to Becca’s grandmother’s today. So they aren’t in.” The hope deflated quietly. He lifted a hand and ruffled his damp hair, droplets falling to the floor. Vera watched the motion, stunned by how something so simple could look so dangerously attractive. She had never pictured Orion as a man with tattoos—but there they were. A black band wrapped around one forearm. A bird inked along the other, stretching upward, partially hidden by his sleeve. That same arm bore other markings—needles, knives, a skull, symbols she couldn’t fully make out.

he muttered under his breath. “If anything happens to my baby… I won’t spare anyone… I’ll destroy everything… everything…” 👿 His movements were restless, unstable… dangerous. He had no idea that every nurse and every woman around was staring at him. At that moment— Daniel was only wearing his lower. His upper body was bare. Rose’s blood stained his chest. A lion tattoo stretched across his left arm, enhancing the raw power of his muscular physique. His broad chest… his sharp features… his perfectly carved abs—

We were far from out of the woods, the edge still miles away, but for the first time we were able to relax a little. “What?” he asked as he stopped in front of me. Slowly I trailed my eyes up his body, taking in each piece of ink that covered his skin. The rose to signify his family sat right over his heart. A crow, a skull, and other shapes folded in sharp lines and splashes of red and black from his shoulder down to his wrist. A lion sat on his right pec—a nod to his persona. Each muscle was pronounced, and when I finally reached his gaze, a shiver rolled through me. I blew out a breath and fanned myself.

He slides his hands around my waist and settles me on his lap. His massive hands circle my waist completely. I look down. His calloused hands are threaded with veins that continue up his muscular forearms. Fuck... I love a good forearm. The tattoos covering his skin are intricate black swirls and symbols. I can make out runes woven amongst them, though I can’t decipher their meaning. My fingers lightly trace the designs, and I feel Lincoln shudder beneath my touch. His breathing deepens. And fuuuck. My stomach tightens. I can feel his eyes on me, so I look up slowly.

God help me. My gaze dropped again before I could stop it. Right to the tattoo stretched across Adrian’s chest. It was a Roman lion. Up close, it looked even more detailed. Dark ink curved sharply against bronzed skin, disappearing slightly beneath his shoulder and wrapping across hard muscle in a way that honestly felt unfairly attractive. My fingers moved before my brain approved the decision. I touched it lightly. Adrian went very still beneath my hand. “This,” I murmured softly, tracing the edge carefully with my fingertip, “looks expensive.”

Looking at Lorn, He continued, "You will see. It is impossible to teach that lesson to a mate when you want nothing but to please them." Selene clicked her tongue in frustration and reminded them, "Mark and Talons's marks, remember?" At that, the couple exposed their necks, showing their marks. As they had thought, Talons' mark was a white moon with a wolf exactly like Mark's staring lovingly up at it, and they were surrounded by a purple glow. Just as Mark's mark was his wolf, with the moon behind him wrapping him in her loving white glow while surrounded by a purple glow, Mark's mark was his wolf, with the moon wrapping him in her loving white glow while surrounded by a purple glow. The ot

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I wouldn’t keep her in the dark about it. Walk into the room and see Joker with a new tattoo on his forearm; it appears to be a symbol and a pattern of something ancient. Something you would think a warrior would choose for himself for protection. All of his tattoos made no sense to anyone but Joker. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to question him. Glancing over at Queenie, I see her left forearm has black lace starting to connect the empty spaces to complete her sleeve. It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin.