Saber Tooth Tiger Tattoo Novels & Stories

The many tattoos on his body and a few piercings gave him a handsome bad-boy look that had the girls drooling. Eric and I got our first tattoo and piercing when we wolfed out at fifteen, it was a large dragon tattoo on our right arm. Eric went ahead to get several more but I stopped at one piercing on each ear, a rose tattoo and an inscription of my mom's name I drew on my chest in memory of her. I had one tattoo from birth on my back, a large image of my wolf. I was told every great white destined to lead the Golden Pack was born with it. “What can I help you with?” Gibson asked, his eyes still on Eric.

Scarlett’s POV Tiger padded over to me, nuzzling me affectionately, and I reached out, stroking his fur gently. It was unexpectedly soft, and his familiar pinewood scent was even stronger in this form, mingling with the crisp, earthy air of the forest. Tiger’s size was impressive; he radiated strength, yet his movements were careful, tender as he shielded me from the cold, his massive body creating a warm cocoon around me. I leaned into him, feeling a comfort and safety I hadn’t expected.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

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.”

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

Even Chaz Duffy, her boss was an asshole and treated her talent like it wasn’t worth paying for. “Oh, wow… Would you look at that? This is such a lovely tattoo,” Tora exclaimed when she fell behind Sunny so they could climb up the stairs. “Thank you, Tora. I think so too.” “It’s such a ferocious panther… A crawling one… Is there a meaning behind this choice?” Tora asked again, genuinely curious. “How long it took? Did it hurt?” In front of such a quizzical tornado, Sunny laughed. Her ‘mother-in-law’ was so dear, so sweet.

The yes we did some intense make out session and I will smirk kind of look. "You got a tattoo."I gaped, my eyes in his muscular biceps that now have inked with a tattoo. It was a wolf; a dangerous looking one. The ears that looked alert, eyes that look so dark and dangerous. Its two sharp teeth coming out from its snarling mouth. The artist put quite a work on the wolf neck. The dripping water coming out from his mouth can be seen clearly because of how good that artist did it. "Yeah."I looked at Chase who is watching sideways at his arm before looking at me.

“You’re sure no shifters had this mark?” He gave a single nod. I studied the tattoo—a serpent coiled through a three-headed skull, each skull bearing the distinct features of a mamba, a cobra, and a viper. A flicker of recognition stirred in my memory, but I couldn’t place it. Pulling out my phone, I snapped a picture. “I’ve seen this before—just can’t remember where. I’ll dig into it from my office. Thanks, Doc.” He acknowledged me with another nod before sliding the body back into its cold drawer.

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.

They were in the middle of the Joshua Tree National Park and their favorite place to run free. Celeste’s eyes wandered over to the man with traditional black ink tattoos covering his body. When he came into his prime, the marks were placed around both biceps. By the time he was cast out of the pride, his arms and torso were completely covered. Slowly, he was covering the traditional marks of his Pride with tattoos that he chose. The marks that had traced his lineage back to the original pride of saber werecats, were now under roses and paw prints. Even the Marine Corps werewolf pack crest graced his upper left bicep.