Novel & Cerita Queen Lioness Tattoo Drawing

The low groan that leaves his lips sends a hot wave of need straight through me. The tips of my fingers drift over the ink that brands his skin. It begins on the right side of his ribcage before wrapping around his back. The shield is divided into four sections of red and black color. A large golden lion stands on its hind legs in the middle. On top of the shield sits a golden crown. The detail is gorgeous and intricate.

“I didn't know you could draw so well, Hathor. You are indeed talented.” “Thank you, my Queen,” she took a respectful bow. “Luna? Would you like to take a turn?” Mom asked and I nodded in enthusiasm. I was handed over the marker and I made my way to the whiteboard. Mom gave me a small rectangular card with ‘baby’ written on it. I read and returned the card. My drawing was mediocre. Not exceptional but not bad either. As I began to slowly draw, guesses began to fly in. “Boy” “Man”

I said, not knowing I had been smiling. “Let me hear.” “Damiano means ‘one who tames.’ Lions are known for their ferocity and untamed nature and can easily overpower and pose a lethal threat. They are not creatures typically subjected to domestication. Yet, there’s a contradiction in your tattoo since it has a massive chain wrapped around its neck. It’s as if you’ve tamed the untamable, asserting your dominance as Damiano, the one who tames.” I mused on his inked masterpiece.

Eeva took the time to paint the pack insignia on the center of my chest in dark, blood-red body paint, with golden paw prints scattered on the visible skin all over my body, as per the tradition of a new Luna. "News has already spread about you. People can't wait to meet you and get to know you. They want you as their Luna." My friend explains with a grin on her face. I knew that Eeva had started spreading the news about Tate finding his mate and that the warriors Tate and I would cross paths with would have said a few words, so it made sense that the pack already knew about me. Personally, I was just worried about not being a good Luna.

"She will birth very good looking babies." "Alpha King is surely a lucky man to have such a strong mate." "I have heard she is more powerful than the male warriors." A lot of conversations can be heard but when the Alpha King raises his hand, everyone shuts their mouth not wanting to get punished. Alpha King Jacob turns towards his mate Erica Moulin who is looking very elegant in her Golden gown. "I know that everyone of you is very eager to meet your new queen so I won't take much time and would like to introduce my lovely mate, Erica Moulin." Alpha King Jacob lets out looking at the crowd who cheers making Erica smile and wave her hand at them.

No one would accept me with Archer unless he’s my mate, which I know he’s not because Zane was. Would anyone accept me with Leviticus by my side? Or would I be ridiculed and thought unfit to rule as Luna Queen? Dread fills my stomach and I know one thing for sure. I won’t be fooling around with anyone tonight.

Today it left her with a deep thirst to prove herself. Ayasu and Sophie approached the princess and smiled. The elder lioness held a red paste in her hand, "I will now apply the ceremonial markings." She dipped two fingers in the paste. Aurelia's nose detected fruit of some kind, "Zinjo is excited. I don't think he's stopped smiling since this morning." Ayasu smeared the thick substance across her forehead and cheeks. Aurelia saw a tear in her mother's eyes, "Are you sure about this? I mean, you might be...," Sophie started to say

And moved down to her exposed midsection and the sheer, almost see through flimsy excuse for a skirt that covered her bottom and revealed a long expanse of bare leg. But that wasn’t even the worst of it. It was the ink on her skin that did it. Dark mass of ink designed her arms, belly, legs in swirling loops and whirls. And in the middle of her chest right between her breasts was a tattoo of the royal family crest— a lycan howling up at the moon in fierce victory. The entire design; the dress, the ink... They all symbolized one thing that she was nothing but the slave of the man standing over there, looking like he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing.

The possessed Layla let out another chilling laugh. “She only defeated your pathetic Evelyn because I allowed her to tap into my power! She is mine! Her will is subservient to mine! She is merely a shell, a puppet on my strings!” “No!” I shouted, dodging another brutal assault, feeling the familiar sting of energy as she clawed at my arm, her touch burning like ice. “She’s not! She’s Layla Bloodwood, Luna Queen of the Bloodwood Pack, and she belongs to no one but herself, and to me!” My heart ached, a deep, crushing sorrow settling over me. I couldn’t keep fighting her. Not like this. This wasn't a battle against an enemy; it was a battle against my own soul. Each block, each parry, felt lik

He responded. "I can't imagine having my pack's logo as a tattoo on my body.” Mother Veer sucked her tooth. “What if it turns out to be ugly?" Liora grimaced. “No. It was actually very cute. The red moon was drawn on her belly" He smiled, his finger drawing the moon on the ground. “Besides, where did you learn to draw?" Mother Veer asked, pausing to stare at his rough but neat sketch on the ground. “I've always been a great artist since I was little. I graduated as the best artist in our pack then” He said.