Saber Tooth Tiger Tattoo Novels & Stories

I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe just a couple of puncture scars from his canines and/or fangs, but what is there is something totally unexpected. It was like a full tattoo. It was of a wolf howling in front of a full moon, which had a crown wrapped around it with what looked like vampire fangs hanging from it. Next to the wolf was what looked like a cat, though it wasn’t a cheetah. I moved even closer to the mirror, frowning at the mark, as it seemed a little incomplete. There seemed to be a blurry section around the Cat. It was as if something was missing, though I didn’t know what.

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

I shook my head slowly as I tried to place where it had been before, but nothing came to mind. "It's called a cave painting," she said. "The natives in this area used to paint on the walls of caves, often using charcoal and red ochre." She pointed to another painting that was more faded than the first, but it was still clear enough for me to make out what it was supposed to be: an animal with long fangs and sharp claws. "This is a saber-toothed tiger," she continued. "And over here are some images of humans." The paintings were amazing, and I was glad that some of them had been preserved. But I still couldn’t get over the feeling that there was something familiar about them. As if they were

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

He raised his left arm, held his left arm with his right hand as large as a cattail leaf fan, and shouted softly, "Tiger!" "Roar!" The roar of an ancient giant tiger rang out in the void without warning. From Arnold's left arm, a brutal and fierce aura spread in all directions. In a split second, something strange happened— A palm-sized dark blue tattoo on his left arm flickered brightly. Then, a fierce tiger as scarlet as fire jumped out from that tattoo. At first, it was only the size of a palm, but the moment it landed on the ground, it turned into a about five-meter-long saber-toothed tiger. It was wrapped in scarlet light, emitting intense heat. It let out a low roar in its throat and a

They were undoubtedly members of the pack who had killed my parents. Each of them had the tattoo of a tail curled around a dagger on the left part of their cheeks. They moved fluidly like those other monsters that killed my parents had moved long ago. Their mannerisms were even similar. To clear all doubt, they had the same insignia branded on the back of their palm.

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an