Realistic Lion Chest Tattoo Novels & Stories

He moans and pulls away from my lips. “I take it you like that,” he smirks. “Shhh. No more talking.” I take in the tattoos that cover his entire chest and torso. It’s a huge, muscular brown wolf with red highlights throughout his coat. The wolf is sitting on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by a lush forest. Its head is thrown back in a howl as vapor flows out of its mouth, the moon rising in the sky above it. I wonder if that’s what his wolf looks like. But I don’t have the time or patience to ask. I need him. Now.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.

’ I asked myself. ‘Not those blue gems,’ Melora answered. They finally agreed. I had already seen Ian’s tattoo but Cannon’s own changed the game. It was a lion, with its mane spreading out and gem-like eyes shining. Its jaw and teeth were profound—looked like it was roaring—and the design was similar to Ian’s but unique in its way. Then there was Kane. I’m not a zoologist but I knew that was a Black Panther. It had blue eyes like its brothers and was fierce. Its whiskers were lowered and it looked like it was ready to bite someone.

I said pointing at his chest before sliding my hand to his muscular arm, "But this lion on your arm is new. And the sword too." I observed the problematic designs on his chest and arm, tracing them with my finger. My gaze fell upon a particular tattoo, a moon-shaped one on the right side of his chest. Something about its shape seemed off, resembling the letter 'C.' "But this moon looks very weirdly shaped," I poked at the tattoo, "It almost looks like a 'C. Does it stand for someone's initial?" I spoke out the thoughts in my mind. Of course, my curiosity had got the best of me and I would be lying if I said there wasn't a tinge bit of jealousy involved in it too.

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

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.

Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes. His heavy feet crush the dried leaves. Many stay on the ground with their rustling sound. Some light ones fly up in the air as his steps rise up to move forward. A golden scabbard is swinging lightly around his left waist. The dark red face of the lion only outlined is contrasting the light brown surcoat around his left chest. His hand is fully covered in the surcoat but the muscular build striking the cloth at times makes the strongest of men fear and purest of women to lust.

And behind it, a fearsome monster emerged, a symbol of the fierce and unyielding love that burned within me. The tattoo artist put the finishing touches on the design, I felt a sense of completion wash over me, a profound sense of peace settling in my soul. For in that moment, I knew that my love for Aurora was not something to be hidden or suppressed—it was a force of nature, unstoppable and undeniable. I gazed upon the masterpiece that now adorned my chest, my heart grew beneath my sternum. Lucian’s chest bowed with pride because this is our mate tattooed to our chest forever and ever. She is MINE.

“This one’s for you, my love.” Kara’s heart skipped. His eyes were soft, the affection so thick it made her uneasy. Their gaze held for several seconds before she looked away. Her eyes fell to another tattoo, a lion’s head on his right breast. She pointed at it. “For my brother,” he explained, following her gaze. “Everyone called him Lion.” Her throat tightened. So much pain hid behind his calm expression. She wanted to ask more about Jayden and Isabella but something told her not to. He looked fragile in a dangerous way, like one wrong word could set him off.

Jenna subconsciously craned her head to look through Lincoln's open window and saw a man in the backseat of the car, with his back to her, shirtless. He was injured, with a gash on his big arm that was simply bandaged with his shirt, and blood seeped through his clothes and kept flowing down, rendering the ...... male lion tattoo on his waist! Male lion tattoo!!! Jenna's eyes widened in shock, staring blankly at the tattoo, her heart almost stopping ...... The lion was fierce and majestic, lifelike in the blood, with bloodshot eyes that seemed to stare at Jenna. It was him! It really was him! Jenna was about to go forward to check out the man's face, but she was grabbed fiercely!