Patriotic Arm Tattoos Novels & Stories

' he replied in an icy voice. I slowly turned around to look at him, why was his features so tense? Before he went to sleep, he seemed to be in a better state, but now there was an evil aura rippling through his body. My eye suddenly fell on his left arm, he had a tattoo; it was a black dragon tattoo with a savage mouth opening that started from the end of his shoulder and extended to his wrist. This tattoo made him look tougher and more dangerous. She suddenly turns and slams her hips on the table, this movement taking her left arm out of my view, causing me to see her right arm. My eyes widened in surprise, for there was a tattoo of history on his right arm on his biceps.

That is after stuffing myself with good food and slap a ridiculous amount of skincare on my face including this gold mask. The next thing I know I'm being carried to the bed by those strong tattooed arms. ‘forEVEr’ or the way we pronounce it for-eve-err can easily be read from his right arm. Previously he only tattooed his left hand with drawings so I asked why not the other hand, why not words instead of drawings, so many why's that the next time I saw him I caught those Roman words already inked on his right arm. He told me he only put my name there because he's saving space for his three kids under mine.

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

Deciding not to interrupt, I rest my weight on one knee and fold my arms across my chest, my eyes ravaging his half naked body. The tattoos along his arms flex and relax with each repetition, ink stretching, contracting and settling again. Ryat, unlike his father and brother, is the type to get tattoos on a whim, so there's a lot of them, mumbled and jumbled, all fighting for the spotlight. The entirety of his back is sprayed with ink ranging from wild animals, to reptiles, to random objects. The most prominent on his back is a crowned lion sitting on the left side of his shoulder blade. There are scales running along his skin like he'd hoped to be a serpent but instead got molded him into m

"Christie. I won't give it to you. You're going to have to tell me what you want, and then you're going to take it." The expression on her face was priceless. Petulant as a child, she tore her eyes from his and began to hastily unbutton his shirt. Artwork appeared contrasted by his fair skin. A raven tattooed above his navel. An ankh on his upper left arm. A character on his stomach. Some sort of Celtic design on his upper right arm. He was covered in ink, and she wasn't all that surprised to see a ring in his left nipple. He caught her looking, and offered a bashful smile that lightened the tense stillness around them. "A gift from a former lover of mine. She did it herself."

Perhaps the recent events were showing her a rather depressing answer. She just smiled down at the eagle tattoo that she had on her right wrist. It had the savanna skyline wrapped around like the band, while the eagle head was in the center. The lion tattoo on Gryphon’s arm did survive long enough for it to show properly, and she hoped for it to stay as long as it would. Ten years more… and perhaps, along with their wedding vows, they could retouch their wedding tattoos.

He asked. “It shoots fast and rapidly, which means I can save my beloved one as fast as possible,” Herman explains plainly. Then he laughed. He touched his chest with his left hand and touched Herman”s with his right hand. Suddenly, a green light appeared from both of their chests that Herman got an ammo chain tattoo on his chest. “What is this?” Herman asked seeing the tattoo behind his army T-shirt. “I leave my power to you, please use it to protect and save your beloved ones.” He said.

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.

Three bunch of happiness. "And here are my favourite people in the world." I muttered under my breath. "What are you doing here bro?" I asked, facing Kene. He chuckled softly, pulling his beards. He was wearing a matching Denim jeans and T shirt's with his sons. The T shirt he was wearing had the inscriptions Father's goals while that of his sons were a crossed daddy's boys replaced with momma boys. Leave it to Sewa to pull that trick. "This is still my house Dumbi." he replied, rolling his eyes at me.

Rex "This one's on me, sweetheart," I tell the brunette standing in front of me. I throw in a wink for good measure. Her eyes give me a once over, stalling on the tattoos that peek out from under my rolled-up shirt sleeves. Both of my upper arms are covered in tattoos I've designed myself but I've purposely kept my forearms bare. There's no rhyme or reason to it, simply a personal preference.