Mufasa And Simba Tattoo Novels & Stories

She looked down, and her face turned red when she realized that they both were lying naked, wrapped in the sheets. She looked above and found Raf was sleeping peacefully while embracing her in his muscular arms. She kept admiring his calm expressions, and suddenly, while doing that, her gaze fell over his mark. “Wow,” a word escaped from her mouth when she found a beautiful mark on the right side of his collarbone. She bends forward and examines the tattoo. It was a beautiful mark with a silver outline. In between the tattoo, a wolf was standing with a crown over his head. At the bottom, Royal Blackthorn Clan written with their names (Rafael and Saraya) engraved at the end. Saraya took her f

My dad’s face became clenched tight as his eyes stared straight at what Beau was showing them. It was the children of Gaia symbol, and for the life of me, I didn’t understand how Beau now also had it scarred into the palm of his hand. Our members all got the children of Gaia symbol tattooed against their shoulders once they were eighteen, Beau had his symbol tattooed on his right shoulder as was our custom.

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

Instead it looked more of a warrior’s den as ancient weapons lined the walls from swords, chains, daggers, axes and even guns, yes guns. But the most terrifying of all was that directly at the center of the room sat a very terrifying creature resting calmly watching Francesco practice so hard…a very strong fan you can say. Mufasa, a massive lion that stretched lazily while observing Francesco train, the beast’s golden eyes followed every movement silently unlike ordinary lions…Mufasa carried scars across his body especially a cut across it eyes that gave a unique look to it's face. These are not just scars..they were battle scars that read the signs of survival of the many wars and battles f

The result was flawless. After I finished, I sat in the corner and watched with interest as Hector took his turn. He had decided to finish the sleeve on his right arm, while Jonathan had chosen to tattoo his shoulder in a tribal Maori design. The two deeply respected Maori culture and were thrilled to get traditional Maori tattoos. Jonathan's tattoo symbolized resilience, while Hector's represented strength and courage. After a few hours, we finished and returned to the pack house. When we pulled up, a few guards stood by the front door. After getting out of the car, one of them stepped towards us before we had the chance to walk up the stairs.

Koe explained and Tiffany nodded, not saying another word. The silence took over as we ate out meals. Ruby and Raphal were busy talking to each other. Tiffany can’t stop flirting with Nathan. While Nix was busy serving me more foods, trying to reduce the greasy ones and replace them with vegetables and fruits. I glanced at the painted wolves and examined their tattoos. “What do your tattoos signify?” I couldn’t keep my curiosity in a jar anymore so I had to ask about the meanings of their tattoos. “A lot of meanings. Just think of it as the Sun’s blessings to us every day.” Lea said. “We can’t talk more about it. Only if our Alpha allows us.”

"This is so beautiful, Mildred. You two are fast. I remember how long it took Karim and I to mark each other.” "I am fast," I replied. Matilda stared with incomprehension at the still, sore, jet-black picture of evergreen trees with a full moon behind them until Laika explained what it was to her. "No wonder you have been reeking of Morpheus lately," Matilda agreed. To humans, it would look like a tattoo, but when Morpheus touches it, tingles erupt through my entire body, and my heart swells with love. This mark was there to tell every other male that I belong to Morpheus, and he belongs to me.

But she was always hiding in the closet. He held her close and listened, occasionally reminding her that she was safe. Rubbing his hand up and down her arm, he encouraged her to continue. Chance wondered if he could find these men. Anyone who would attack a child should die. These men tried to rape her. They should die at his hand. Her finger lightly traced the same tattoo that his brothers also had. A tribal stag and underneath his had the Roman number five. Mia recently got a tribal doe with the Roman number four.

"No! That one no. It is cursed forget about it. " The tattooist dismisses Sao. Something about the tattoo makes him not look away. On the mention of a curse, the other couple come to see for themselves the tattoo. Fahara is what it's called. In some dessert outside a mudwalled house a rooster is trying to swallow a blue glowing stone . Nothing very interesting about the tattoo but Sao can't take his eyes off it. More particularly, the blue glowing stone.

“I want wings, but not little ones…I want the top of them to be bones and the rest to be feathers..I want them to wrap around my legs and hips to my stomach…I also want them across the backs of my arms and in between them I want two white wolves facing each other…one with a blue dragon on its left shoulder and the other with a purple dragon on its chest…and each one is to have a gold crown above with sapphire gems in the crown above the wolf with purple dragon and dark purple gems in the crown above the wolf with the blue dragon on its shoulder.“ Elleanna said as she stretched out her arms so Red could do the work. “Oh that’s a sweet tattoo….” Red said with a smile before she started working