Male Native American Arrow Tattoo Novels & Stories

The silver light on the arrowhead hissed as it touched his palm, smelling of burnt ozone. “Harvey!” a loud, booming voice rang out from above. “Why have you brought a zhilkarn into my home? Have you lost your mind?” Noah looked up. Standing on the landing of the staircase was a young man, barely nineteen, of Native American descent. His long, black hair was tied back, and intricate tribal marks were inked across his exposed, muscular arms. He stood with his feet planted firm, his longbow drawn back to his ear, another arrow notched and ready to fly.

He was ripped and it was clearly seen this time as he wore white sand. There were numerous tattoos on his body despite the flying dove. One on his left arm which was a circular design, written in Sanskrit. The other one was visible when he took off the sando to replace it with another one, it was on his upper back that ran down towards his mid-back, an ancient sword. Revealing his front was his buffed chest and sizzling abs, that looked hotter than the global warming. On his right chest was another one, numerous bullets were scattered as one tattoo.

"Pardon me, Alpha Seth! Would you just give us a moment? When a voice greeted them from behind, Seth and Edith's steps came to a stop. Seth turned and saw a guy and a woman with eagle feathers on their hair, dressed in Native American attire. Both smiled warmly, and Seth returned the favour by smiling as well. "We are Alpha and Luna of The Moon Warrior pack. I am Alpha Chocise and she is Luna Simi. We helped your mother give birth when you were born on our tribe's reservation."

We shared the food that was brought and fed our growing babies. "What do you want to have," I asked him curiously as I ate a chicken leg. He paused mid chew and said a girl and a boy would be appropriate and I nodded my head and glanced at his tattoos. Kaimana noticed and told me that we would exchange tattoos instead of rings during our wedding and that was the nymphs way to express their love. The tattoos were placed over the left pectoral to signify the heart. "So come up with an amazing design, Hoka," he grinned and I nodded, already planning a classic one in my mind. Kaimana turned to me and looked at me with complete seriousness.

"Excuse me, Chief, the holy ones came to us holding a strange arrow, one of them was making signals to us, and we concluded that he wanted to talk with you." They gave the Chief a very peculiar arrow: The "body" and the feathers were thicker and longer than the rest. But the most striking difference was that it didn't have a sharp point, not even a drill shaped one, but a blunt one, as if someone replaced the arrowhead for a red crystal nail.

They rushed after the man who now lay, rolling about at the edge of the woods, shouting curses amid his cries of pain. They closed around the man, who made no attempt to do anything but strive in vain to tear the arrow from his leg. “He’s a druid,” August announced. “Not a Celt, though. He’s a Pict.” Malitus wondered, “Because he’s pale of skin and red haired?” August shrugged as the archers trained fresh arrows on the figure. “That and the tattoos colored on him.” “I don’t care if he’s a damned Egyptian,” Quintus cut in. “Get that arrow out of him so he’ll shut up, and drag him back to camp with us. If he saw what happened here . . . ”

" I just didn't fix it. "You're not the most righteous person in the world, are you?" "Now the rancor had died in your voice, or at least diminished. Then, she frowned. "Wait a minute, I thought... you were Australian Aboriginal. Doesn't that feel like you writing about a cop aboriginal? “Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and

" Did you remember seeing anything else that day?" She squinted her eyes, rubbing her forehead as she tried to remember what occured that day. " I saw something." She closed her eyes as she spoke. " An A, one of the guys had an A tattooed on their left arm" My blood ran cold. An "A" there was only person who could have done that... My bones shook, a chill rolling up my spine. Arrow.

He lifted his shirt sleeve and pointed to the muscle in his arm with a smile on his face, while Penelope looked just as confused as Corinne. “Uh… Is this normal?” Corinne turned to Hunter, not knowing how to ask if, for wolves, it wasn't considered a sign of threat for a male to show a female how much stronger he was than her and how easily he could dominate her “Should I intervene?” “Relax.” Hunter laughed softly, as if her expression was the most hilarious thing he'd seen in a long time. “He's not trying to intimidate her. Aiden is probably just showing her where he plans to get his first tattoo to honor their bond.” As he spoke, his expression gradually cooled as well “It’s a… Tradition i

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh