Male Native American Arrow Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Stop squealing, I just defended you!" "Sorry I couldn't help it...it's amazing to see guys at High School with tatts like that..." "Yeah, how is it even allowed?" Katie asked. "Because they are legitimate tribal tattoos from their Samoan heritage." Aria told them. "Wow...they're so...big." Lizzy was practically drooling. "Did you come here just to gawk at them?" Aria pouted, sitting on her bed and watching the two girls go all giddy.

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.

she asked as she applied the last bit of paste on his second hand. “My what ?” the boy asked confused. “Name of course, dummy,” she replied back. “Oh ! It’s Arrow,” he grinned while showing off his arrow tattoo at the back of his neck. “Very cool name,” Samantha replied and kissed the back of hand. “That’s to kiss away the pain,” she added innocently. “Thank you, Timz,” he smiled before pecking her cheek and running off. “WE WILL MEET AGAIN !!” he shouted as he waved his hand at his new found friend.

He stared at me looking serious and then said it: “The warriors from Martin, Coulter and Person packs are here, all our people is gathered so we can invoke Mother Earth power and ask for Adam health. I know we seem savages, primitive, but that’s how we are Samantha. We are not ashamed of the animal, of the wolf that is inside us, we lycans with Cherokee blood believe that to reconnect with nature can bring the cure to Adam’s body. If you don’t want to be a part of it, you can stay inside the house with Ayobe. Hunter, Connor, get Adam carefully and let’s start.” I got up and asked Hunter if I could be a part of it, he nodded. We got outside the cabin, around thirty men were waiting for us. Al

Of its own will, his body changed, clothes wrapping around him like black silk as he moved from one form to the other. “We came to join the fight,” Roan said. “I’m not sure that’s wise. There are hundreds of werewolves on the other side of the wall.” Roan gave him a sly smile. “We have our own wolves.” He walked past Marx to the wall and Marx saw the massive tattoo of a wolf on the man’s back. The other Natives came to join the ranks of his men, all of them shirtless. All of them with the tattoo of a wolf on their backs.

The tattooed Alpha stood over them, sneering. No more hesitation. I drew my arrow. Firelight reflected in his eyes. I loosed it into the sky—then ran. Before they could scatter, my arrows fell. Screams. “GET AWAY FROM THEM!” I roared. They ran, but the tattooed man remained. He saw me. Recognized me. “You,” he spat. “You pig,” I growled. “How dare you treat them like this?” “And what will you do?” I didn’t answer.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

What the- ? Chester’s POV While the rest of the pack was completely kneeling on the ground in reverence, Mom accompanied by Alpha Zoe suddenly attacked Damon, Zeneca and me. As we ducked and threw away their shots of fire, I discovered that we possessed more power and energy than before !!!! Looking at us easily deflect the strongest of charms, punches and kicks, Alpha Zoe’s mates joined in too, to test our powers and soon enough the waterfall became an informal battleground. “C’mon Team Arrow !!!!” Jax and Samantha cheered from the sidelines and that’s when I realized that they were referring to our arrow shaped tribal tattoos. Haha.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

He is gorgeous to behold. He had a tattoo on his right pectoral of a wolf howling. That continued down his upper arm to a forest scene, with a dark-haired woman kneeling amongst a black wolf, two gray wolves, and a solid white wolf. The woman appeared familiar to me, but I didn’t get the best look. There was another tattoo below it that encased his forearm in a skull with an ornate feather headdress. There was a black tribal bracelet tattooed around his wrist, and on the top of each finger were unique wooden arrows. Not one arrow was the same. On his other hand was a dream catcher with various feathers on his fingers.