Realistic Poseidon Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

When I don’t move for a good ten seconds, he shoved the thing in my face. Taking the paper, I turned it over, looking at the sketch. “It looks like Medusa,” Indra says. “Male version of Medusa,” the sketch was as Indra had said, the typical drawing of Medusa, but instead it was a male. His eyes are white, wide and panic stricken. His mouth is covered by a black duct tape, his head full of snakes. “What does this mean?” I asked Jordan. ‘This is Ludo’s tattoo,” he signed, informing us. ‘It’s on the inside of his thigh,’

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

I walked to the shop and Joey followed. "Hello beautiful, may I help you?" "Can you draw me a rain drops?" I asked. "Rain drops?" Joey asked "Yeah." They guy who drew the tattoo nod. "Where so you want me to draw?" He asked. "My right shoulders" I wore a loose dress so I can easily slip my hand through it and let the guy draw it on my shoulder. "You want to get some?" I asked him and he nodded. "What do you want him to draw?" "A star with a number one in it."

the familiar voice called just from behind me, causing cold blades to rake down the length of my spine. As though my thoughts had conjured him, I spun around to find Poseidon standing just a good foot from me, his whole form beaten up in ways I have never seen before. Take the worry, pain, and frustration, and dump them on one person; you get a vivid picture of him. His normally neat hair was standing on its ends, and dark circles marred his eyes making him the reflection of a nightmare. A dark grey storm swirled just around the blues of his irises, and his cheeks were so sunken you could have thought he hadn’t eaten anything for a very, very long time.

“It might be important.” Alec groaned as he pulled out of me and adjusted his pants. However, he was still hard when he exited the water. I watched his body as he stood up from answering the phone. Water dripped down each curve of the muscles that framed him. The tattoo had turned out amazing. It looked like the wolf was staring right at me. Each time he flexed, it looked like the wolf moving. I was truly good at my art. “Time to go.” Alec said in a very authoritative voice.

Kade’s broad shoulders stood tall, his chest pumped up, but it was not as frightening as his robust six foot frame that guarded my doorway like a fence. My heart thrummed rhythmically while I watched the torchlights shed dark shadows across his scared face, that Sun Pack tattoo, a sun split in the middle by a claw, sketched boldly like a caution on the side of his neck. One eye, cloudy and pale, fixed on me like a rooted tree, while the other glows with a bloodthirsty delight.

His abs looked perfect and dreamy, and his broad chest was to die for. 'Malek wished he looked like this,' I thought. "What do you want to do?" I asked as I saw him trying to get up. I removed my eyes as I saw the 555 and beast head tattoo drawn on his back. And I immediately moved to support him, by allowing him to lean on my breasts.

When he resurfaced, droplets clung to his skin, trailing down his chest and abs. I could not help but stare, my mouth hanging open, as the sunlight danced across his wet skin, making him look even more ethereal. He ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back like he was trying to tie it into a bun, revealing his strong brow and deep-set eyes. The water rippled around him as he swam toward the centre. It was impossible not to admire him the way the water clung to his body. He looked like Poseidon himself, commanding the waves.

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.