Patriotic Arm Tattoos Novels & Stories

My breath hitched. “Who is it this time?” I murmured but he turned away from me. He was never the type to hide things away from me. I move closer. “Promise me you won't get in trouble with all these fights.” I said. He stared back, frowning at me. “Pinky promise” I grabbed his arm. “Fine, I promise, ” he scoffed. “That doesn't dismiss the stunt you pulled today.” I nodded. “Well that makes us equal.” I smirked.

My eyes dragged over him slowly, shamelessly, like they had a mind of their own. His chest was broad, which was rising and falling with each calm breath. Water beaded on his skin, rolling down in lazy paths I wanted to follow with my tongue. And the tattoo...fuck it, I was a gooner for men with tatts. I remembered encouraging Sinclair in the past to get his first tattoo just because I wanted to lazy trace them every chance I had.. Alaric had a full sleeve on his left arm which was on full display now, black ink swirling from his wrist all the way up, the patterns was intricate but I was too consumed in drooling over his body to spend much time on his tattoo

He put the boxers back in his closest. He walked back. His all tattoos were visible. The first time his upper half was revealing the one tattoo that was stretched along his neck. The ink on his neck was a snake circling his neck like a permanent choker, the pattern looked like a compressed font of Devil with its scary fangs looking like they are permanently feeding on his blood. He also has many tattoos on his arm making a sleeve like an illusion on his right arm and also covering a little part of his chest.

rubbing my head I see a mark on my arm. Laying my arm straight and focusing on it. The mark, is not a mark its a tattoo! The tattoo of a wolf head with red eyes and extra-long knife sharp k-9's. There is a design on the wolfs forehead and behind the head that reminds me of some kind of tribal design intricately woven in what looks like hair.

It was his arms. One lay bare between us, heavy with veins and ink, muscles relaxed but still powerful. Tattoos wrapped around him, his forearms looked made to hold things. To protect. To destroy. To pull someone close. I swallowed and looked away, annoyed with myself. If we’d both been less stubborn back then… less proud, less determined to win every argument, maybe things wouldn’t have broken the way they did. Maybe we wouldn’t have spent years punishing each other for wanting the same thing and being too afraid to say it properly.

The journey gave us so much and brought us so much more. "I'm so proud of us," I said out loud. "Me too. We gave up a lot, but we got a lot in return. We were destined to rule Godric, and we had proven that every single day." A soft knock pulled my attention back to the office. Balthazar stood in the doorway looking as tasty as ever. His hair was a slight mess, and his tie was pulled apart and hanging around his neck. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, and his sleeves were rolled up, exposing his tattoos. He did them a year after my crowning. He wanted to show the unity our joining brought to the world. His left arm had a dragon curled around his forearm, blowing flames at the m

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

His left arm was carved with symbols and shapes and the right arm was totally clear, not a single tattoo was visible. The most beautiful art was a Greek mythological dragon's head on his left chest that trailed down on the left arm then mixed with other tattoos, and a black rose just between the joint of his neck and shoulder. A shiny gold chain was hanging on his chest that made him look more sexy and delicious. It hurts to look at this marvelous man who is rotten and dangerous from the inside and kidnapped me and then tortured me every day. "Like what you see baby?" He smirked devilishly and leaned forward.

Somehow, I see him having a problem with authority. He slips off his leather jacket, sets it down beside him, and sticks his left arm back. The tattoo I noticed when first meeting him is now clearly visible this close up. It's a golden eagle with wide-spread wings standing on top of an anchor, with the words Semper Fidelis above it, and US Marines beneath it in the same flowing script. "You were seriously a Marine?" Tobe asks, staring at his tattoo in awe. "That's so...hot." We all stare at her in surprise. Tobe rarely offers her own opinion, and she certainly doesn't call a man hot. She usually just sits in quiet thought, waiting for the shots to be made without her. She's a follower, but t

But did I really want that? I was kind of lost right now. This felt like a lot, and I was not even sure what was going on between us. We still had a lot to chat about. I raised my hands, running them through my hair. As I did, I felt the cramping in my lower body ease up. My eyes wandered over Percival's tattoos. The Southern expert warrior symbol on his bicep caught my attention, along with the intricate design that flowed over half of his pec, across his shoulder, and down his arm, stopping halfway on his forearm. Earlier, I noticed a large symbol on his upper back. He looked so rugged now.