Saber Tooth Tiger Tattoo Novels & Stories

After I shower, I opt for a wife beater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. My right forearm is still scabbed over from my latest tattoo. Every time I look at it, I am proud that I now have my pack displayed on my body. It had taken me a while to draw out the design just the way I wanted it to look. It depicts a full moon coming up over a hazy horizon. A wolf's head with bright red eyes is baring its teeth as it emerges forth from the moons' surface.

Not just on his human form, something she’d already noted and wanted to understand better, but also his large beast standing before her. He was the most enormous tiger she’d ever seen. Siberian, she was certain that was his breed. He had beautiful stripes across his entire body, but more than that, he had scars. Not just claws and teeth scars you’d expect from a rogue who’d seen heavy battle, but burns and whiplashings. There were straight cuts, obviously from torture devices. He was tortured. There was no other way to describe the intensity of his brandings and scars. Many overlapped others, showing years of this abuse—patches of baldness where his fur could no longer grow through the build

I guess he was in the weightlifting room. My eyes rest on his torso; it’s all covered in scars, most of them still look fresh. A big tattoo representing a tiger is occupying the space on the side of his abs. I feel my chest tightening as I look at his body. He may be quiet and reserved but it speaks on his stead. I can see how much he is hurting and how much he must have suffered in the past.

Spotting the occasional deer. The guardians growl and stop. A roar comes from the front. I look and see a huge mountain cat. No, that isn’t a mountain cat at all, it’s a sabre-toothed tiger. What the hell. It stalks closer, it’s shoulders rolling with each step, the white striped fur moving tight over it’s body. It’s deadly claws scrapping on the path. Fangs long and sharp, it’s orange eyes locked on us. Rolling it’s shoulders like a kitten. It pounces with a roar.

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio

All the three elements, the wolf outline, the human skeleton that glinted golden and the words Red River inked in red glowed but the only element that stood out by glowing the most were the words: RED RIVER! It wasn't an ordinary tattoo that anyone could get it done from some tattoo artist. Even if one goes to the tattoo artist with the request of carving that tattoo, he would be turned down in a second, not just that but he would also be reported because this tattoo is the seal, a seal that's meant only for one Supernatural Race. They own it in the real sense because they are born with that tattoo. There is no tattoo artist hired for engraving that in the backhands of the species. It's natu

"No, we never got the chance to date her. Dad said no, we failed. We had to accept it." Why did I feel happy hearing that? I smiled inwardly. Being jealous was so irrational of me. But I couldn't help it. I'm just a woman. "Er...have you ever shared the same woman before?" I asked as Kazimir turned his back to get a shirt from the cabinet, giving the view of his back. My mouth hung open seeing the tattoo on his back. The face of the tiger adorned his entire back with intricate details of the design showcasing the strength and power associated with the majestic creature. I was fixated.

Sure enough, a tiger head the size of a tennis ball was already perched on her beautiful back. "That's outrageous. Yes, is it time for a tiger tattoo? There are many other aesthetic images. Just watch out!" Uri's initial intention to write an apology to Gia for making her favorite motorbike sctrached was actually getting angry at Gia for recklessly making tattoos on his body. But it was Gia who would definitely ignore her, she rarely wrote a diary.

He smirked at her as he took another shot. "How do you know that?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Your tattoo, BT, uses a kind of sign that looks like a dragon bringing out fire from its mouth, I've heard of it," he replied with a simple shrug. Sage was still narrowing her eyes as she looked around him. "I don't see any tattoos, where are you from?" "Let's say no where" he shrugged again. She just shook her head and took a tiny cup then gulped it. She took the second one and banged it on the table before standing up.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.