Realistic Lion Chest Tattoo Novels & Stories

"You know I've never seen what those damn tattoos look like that old fart created. Now show me." Theo's words were as cold as the north pole, but Lion's sanity was still half enough to refuse his master's wishes. "Shame on me, sir. Sorry, I can't. Besides, neither I nor the others have sworn to show our tattoos intentionally." Lion lowered his head deeply not wanting to meet Theo's gray bead. He closed his eyes, silently calculating when Theo would throw a powerful punch at his refusal. "Accompany me to the tattoo site." Lion looked up spontaneously. "Now, sir?" he asked incredulously. Theo's departure made Lion swallow harshly. He had to catch up immediately or else it would be like making

A little too excited that the reality was blurring. A very clear sign to make a run for it before I get too attached, even after just a few hours. I don't have the luxury of attachment. It's dangerous to even relax. I have to make an escape soon. I closed my eyes and faked a smile on my face. Luke Zalchini had a dangerous look about him. I had to be careful. Trade wisely, but it was too hard to focus. All I ended up doing was stare at him. He has a lion tattoo on his left shoulder that makes him look powerful. He had it all: tall, lean body, and dark eyes. His hair was dark brown and chin length. I would love to run my hands over his hair and maybe offer him a nice trim.

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.

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.

She wondered what he was trying to do. All he had on was a pair of brown pants, his upper body was rendered bare in front of her, and she could now clearly see the tattoo on his chest, it was a scaly figure that seemed to wrap around his slender frame with its head extending right over his right shoulder to his chest. Its mouth was wide open with sharp canines popping out of it. A tattoo of a mythical serpent-like creature, a Chinese dragon, not the kind of tattoo a respectable businessman would have on him. A thug, perhaps, or even the yakuza.

Perhaps he has already figured out a solution and is planning on sharing it with me later on. Our conversation was interrupted by Eon's entrance. As captivating as ever, my gaze instantly draws to the vivid tattoo adorning his neck. It's a fierce wolf, one you see on many Alphas. However, what set this one apart was that it's a masculine Lycan wolf standing on its hind legs and rendered in stunning detail by the artist.

She slowly started walking her fingers across my chest and tracing my tattoos. “I like these.” She said as she continued to trace them. I had the wilderness I love tattooed across my chest and arms. Bear, deer, birds, owls, rabbits, badgers and of course wolves all amongst the trees and forest that they lived in. “Oh yeah. What is your favorite?” I asked lightly.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

They both slid their hands along his shoulder and arms. "Is that what you like? Or do you prefer a softer version?" Leo chuckled and grasped the dark haired woman's shirt, pulling her towards him so her ample bosom pressed against his chest. She rubbed against him, her hand slipping across his chest and gliding lower. He stopped her hand at his belt and licked along her cheek. "It's all the same isn't it? A hole. A d*ck. Are you saying you should be that hole?"

Taking a deep breath, Lani continued inking his skin with gentle movements. Content with her work, Lani smiled. She'd finally finished the design she'd imagined in her head. It was the wolf from The Wolves' logo, drawn on all the riders' leather jackets, with a dripping rose in its mouth. Lani loved the wolf, though. It was a part of her and was a good decision on her behalf, now Scar could forever remember the girl from the other side.