Saber Tooth Tiger Tattoo Novels & Stories

Arabella cut him off. Her eyes rounded as she glimpsed the hesitation on his face. "Of course." He rasped. He pointed to a tattoo that was on the back of his arms, "This is the symbol of the De Luca family." She had seen the same symbol on Sandro's neck, even on her father's arm. It was that of a tiger and three dots, which were done in triangles. She didn't know the meaning, and she didn't think she'd like to know. Arabella took a staggering breath, "Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?"

A tiger motif was tattooed on his face. This man was Tigre, one of the Quintus family’s twelve zodiac fighters, a person much stronger than Pigsy and Capra. “After screwing up, how are you still alive?”

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

And why do I believe in him so much. "It will be dangerous." Gael looked at the clock, he was still with a cigarette in his mouth, then he stood up. Damn, Gael looks a lot like a gangster member, because he wears a black man suit and a white shirt with the top 3 buttons unbuttoned. Because it shows his tiger tattoo, and since when did he have a tiger tattoo? Even though his original form was a western tiger, but still this was too much for him. In fact, I have no intention of getting a dragon tattoo for the future.

Sabertooth Tiger was so frightened that he immediately turned around and attempted to run away as if he had seen a ghost. Aries caught up to him in a few steps and instantly grabbed Sabertooth Tiger by the neck. He raised his arm and lifted Sabertooth Tiger up like an adult lifting a kid. “Are you trying to leave?” Sabertooth Tiger promptly forced a smile and said, “No, I’m not leaving.” “Did you set this roadblock up?” Aries asked coldly. Sabertooth Tiger quickly waved and said, “It was me and also not me! You know that I’m working for the Gomez family. Mr. Gomez made me do all this. I’m just a small character who’s working based on other people’s orders.”

Marcus said. I lifted my head and looked at the bike again through tears. Now that I could see past the shock, I noticed the rest. The new paint was deep black with a subtle shimmer that only showed when the light hit it just right. Along the side of the tank, worked into the design so delicately I almost missed it, was a dagger. Behind it, a crown. Around both, the fine lines of a compass, woven together in the exact shape of our tattoo. My hand pressed against my chest.

His face contorts with pure rage as his mouth mumbles, "This track isn't over! Stiles and Derek, my claws will make sure you both pay dearly for this!" The next morning dawns bright and clear over the mountains. I am practicing my ancient Shadow Fang Warrior movements in a private courtyard atop the Moonlit Sanctuary, with my upper body bare to the wind. My tall, lean frame displays perfectly proportioned muscles across my chest, arms, and abdomen from years of intense physical training. An intricately detailed black wolf head tattoo sprawls across my chest, looking fierce and majestic in the sunlight. Unlike typical pack tattoos, this one is a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes that seem

The next morning, the pirates had already woken up. Igor was orienting himself using the compass and the map. To reach the other islands rich in treasure would take a long time, months and months. Two days passed. The pirates were all bare-chested, as it was very hot. Igor had tied a scarf around his head, had an earring in his left ear, was bare-chested, showing off his two tattoos. He had two tattoos, a scorpion tattoo on the right side of his abdomen and another huge Triquetran tattoo on the left side of his shoulder blade. Kataleya could barely take her eyes off him, she appreciated his tattoos, his fair skin, half pink in the sun, his thin lips, his black eyes and his smile. She liked s

He led us toward a private dressing room, the place smelled of expensive perfume and leather. Dante entered the dressing room first, and I waited for Laurent to hand me the first aid kit. As soon as I stepped inside, the breath left my lungs. Dante had taken off his shirt, with his back to me. His back…not to exaggerate…was beautiful, with toned muscles and ink. He had a roaring tiger with its fangs bared tattooed across his entire back. I knew the Tiger Fang gang was known for having tiger tattoos somewhere on their bodies, but this…it was his whole back and it looked so damn good.

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?