Native American Arrow Tattoo Novels & Stories

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

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.

"Shadow Pack, I am happy you are all enjoying yourself. Now I would like to talk to you about something. As you know, Kaya and her friends are from the North. They all have tattoos. The one on their back is their pack tattoo they were born into. I have felt we should start this tradition. It is nice to have a permanent reminder of where you come from." I went on "Now I know you are wondering how we as grown wolves can get tattooed because of our healing abilities. Well your Luna and I experimented and we found that wolfsbane ink works well. It burns when it is tattooed more than a regular tattoo, but it heals and has no complications. Now I am not commanding you to get the pack tattoo the ch

he said. I picked up the bow and assumed my stance. He handed me an arrow and I nocked it. I closed my eyes and remembered how Conner positioned and held me before I made that bullseye. Determined, I opened my eyes and exhaled as I let the arrow fly. To my surprise, it landed dead center. Conner cheered as I jumped for joy. He handed me another arrow and told me to do it again. I split the arrow. He kept handing me arrow after arrow and I hit target after target. Once the satchel was empty, he kissed me passionately. He rested his forehead on mine, “Avery, you keep amazing me. You are perfect. You are the queen our tribe has needed for centuries. I love you!”

I hushed her, not wanting to talk about it yet, I wanted to be patient and wait until she brought the subject up. “You have been lost inside that head of yours all afternoon.” She traced the lines of the tattoos inked into my skin. I recently got a new one, of a bow and arrow weaved into the design of the forest with two wolves howling at the moon. “Don’t worry about it, Pernwél.” I countered, grabbing her hips and pulling her on top of me.

"This whole section needs replacing. We can work down the line." "Okay." Nate followed the foreman's cues. They used a sledgehammer on the boards that were rotten or loose, then Nate held the new section while Nakos nailed them in place. They got a few done before Nate spoke again. "Where's the reservation?" "Between here and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands." Nakos pointed due north. "Arapaho tribe." Nate had never heard of it. He and Justin had served with a guy who was part Cherokee, but that was the extent of Nate's knowledge on Native Americans. "What's that phrase you say to Olivia every morning?"

An artist from the wrong side of the river who didn't belong here. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "A tattoo artist," he said. "That explains the ink. May I?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He gestured to my arm, and I extended it without thinking. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His fingers wrapped around my wrist, cool and precise, turning my arm to examine the tattoos. A geometric mandala on my inner forearm. Script in Sanskrit along the outer edge. A phoenix rising from ashes near my elbow.

RIVER BROWN Two days. Two nights. All that can be described by one word, torture. “Again” “Why don’t you take the arrow and shove it up your- “, my words die down, my teeth collide with my lips as I hold the arrow shooting at the target that’s a tree marked bullseye with a carved X on the bark. Everyone who was recruited yesterday into the Greyhound pack-Alpha Kane’s pack and into the Moon Shadow pack-Connor and his brothers’ pack, knows how to shoot an arrow by now.

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying at all, my attention completely stolen by his bare chest. I couldn’t help but notice the armband tattoo on his left arm. The word “Moretti” was inked in a beautiful Old English font, with detailed lines making it look even cooler. His tattoos just added to that tough, masculine vibe he had going on. Then I saw the tattoo on his back. A raven, placed right in the middle of his back, near his shoulders and neck. It was so well done, I couldn’t stop staring at it, totally impressed.

She felt a heat that started between her thighs and radiated throughout her body. Holy… On his right shoulder, there was a large tribal tattoo, all sharp black strokes that reminded her of lightning. He paused for a moment and raked his arm across his forehead, glancing up as he did. She instantly stepped back from the window, embarrassed to have been caught spying on him.