Patriotic Arm Tattoos Novels & Stories

“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

Where are you? Voices echo on the wind, multiple people trying to call on his name. He’s running for his life. His tattoos – four stars on each of his arm – a symbol for every life he has ever lived, and will be living. A star for every deity that he’s ever mocked. A star for every partner he will ever love.

“Do I make you unhappy?” I swallowed, shaking my head. “No,” He kissed me deep and slowly before he pulled me apart, and I rested my head back on his chest, running the tip of my finger through every fascinating masterpiece on his chest. His torso was covered in black and white tattoos, from a Madonna and child on his stomach to a dagger weaving through his collarbone from shoulder to shoulder. A cross on one of his pecs and a rose on the other. A domed church on his side. A lighthouse on his left arm and on his right arm, below his bullet wound, was a familiar tattoo in red. I'd seen it on Savio's arm as well.

tattooed . On each of his fingers literally, if you go up a little, you will find a tattoo in the form of a snake wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet. If you go up a little you will find a large tattoo along his arm with incomprehensible Russian letters, many thorns wrapped around it and a long sword piercing words, a man with a huge physique, and looks devoid of emotion because of the wars he faced alone, Pick up one of his vintage French made cigarettes He grabs it and puts it in his mouth to touch his thick lips

"Be nice. He was just doing what you said." "Yeah, but I was doing something a whole lot more important." Thomas rubbed a hand over his head as a tiny glint of sunlight highlighted the tattoo on his upper arm and shoulder. Instinctively, I smoothed a finger over the intricate design. "What does this mean?" Thomas flexed his bicep, glancing at the tattoo. "Which one? I picked three Greek symbols and combined 'em." "What's this one?" I ran my finger around the dark circular pattern. Goosebumps rushed over his arm as he stared at my lips. "Strength."

It didn't help that he was so panty-dropping gorgeous either. Adrastus was a tall man, looking to April like he may be in his mid-thirties, beautifully tanned skin housed his impressive physique, and the blue short-sleeved button-up he was wearing emphasized well-honed, corded muscle, covered in dark tattoo's. As April's gaze wandered further up she noticed his neck had a tattoo that appeared to be glowing. Written in Greek scripture were the words "If I must be owned, at least chain me to someone who will let me fly free."

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.

He said and grabbed my hand before I could touch a tattoo on his left side of chest. “What is the meaning of your tattoo, it’s beautiful.” I complimented a beautiful and unique design with something written in old language. His lips which were on my mid riff, stopped and those hazy eyes again locked with mine. Did I make a mistake? I promised not to dig into his personal life until he’s ready to share it with me. “It is an ancient Roman symbol of war and victory and the phrase defines a man who never sees the defeat.” He explained the meaning of his tattoo to me. I was surprised, he didn’t shut me out.

Dominique Gray in a short-sleeved loose T-shirt. I bring my gaze down his body, shamelessly eyeing the man and how perfect he looks right now. His left arm is fully inked with different tattoos and boy does this man look hotter than he normally does? His right arm is not left untouched, there are a few tattoos on his right arm but not a full sleeve tattoo like his left arm. He looks roguish, like a college bad boy, and not like the arrogant and cocky billionaire I’ve gotten used to. Who knew he had tattoos? A full-sleeve tattoo for that matter.

I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and hand. The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it.