Shenron Arm Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her entire right arm from her shoulder to her wrist was a mixture of aquatic creatures intermingled with waves and stars, a strange yet beautiful and colourful combination, and she had a large tribal dragon on her left arm. She seemed a little uneasy to Mark at first, maybe nervous, but she settled quickly as they chatted about her tattoos for a few minutes while she got sorted out, Mark sitting wrapped in a towel, Sarah busy getting set up, until she told him to lie down on the bed. Mark lay there on his back, a towel across his lap, feeling more than a little uncomfortable, yet her hands put him at ease. There was no haste in her movements, but a lot of strength and control, as she worked

' he replied in an icy voice. I slowly turned around to look at him, why was his features so tense? Before he went to sleep, he seemed to be in a better state, but now there was an evil aura rippling through his body. My eye suddenly fell on his left arm, he had a tattoo; it was a black dragon tattoo with a savage mouth opening that started from the end of his shoulder and extended to his wrist. This tattoo made him look tougher and more dangerous. She suddenly turns and slams her hips on the table, this movement taking her left arm out of my view, causing me to see her right arm. My eyes widened in surprise, for there was a tattoo of history on his right arm on his biceps.

My fingers itched to touch the knives I could see magnetized to a wall rack. And then I saw him. Armando Denaro. Shirtless. He was standing at the massive island, his back to me, muscles rippling under a tapestry of dark ink that covered his shoulders and snaked down his spine. The tattoos were even more intricate than I’d remembered from our night together—a mix of script, religious icons, and patterns that told a story I couldn’t decipher. The bandage on his right palm was stark white against his olive skin. A little spark of vicious satisfaction shot through me. Good. I hope it hurts.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

Therefore Cain is here too. Noah sits in my lap, purring while either tracing the part of my tattoo that comes out of the top of my shirt or playing with the short hair on top of my head. I have a sleeve tattoo that comes up my arm and over my shoulder then up my neck slightly on my right side. It peeks out of any shirt I wear, including a tux if I need to wear one. Either way, he's completely in his own little world that is me. He's not even embarrassed that he's purring in front of everyone. (which he usually would be embarrassed) It's literally like no one else is in the room but him and I.

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

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.

My gaze was locked on the mirror in front of me, on the masterpiece which now decorated my skin. Black and grey ink twisted across my back and down my right arm, hinting at dominance, power, and raw masculinity. A massive wolf head stretched across my shoulder blade, its fur shaded in deep strokes, giving it a lifelike texture. From its snarling mouth, dark smoke curled downward, merging with a coiling serpent wrapped around my bicep, giving the illusion that it could slither right off my arm. But the best part? The details that were hidden within the art.

He is gorgeous to behold. He had a tattoo on his right pectoral of a wolf howling. That continued down his upper arm to a forest scene, with a dark-haired woman kneeling amongst a black wolf, two gray wolves, and a solid white wolf. The woman appeared familiar to me, but I didn’t get the best look. There was another tattoo below it that encased his forearm in a skull with an ornate feather headdress. There was a black tribal bracelet tattooed around his wrist, and on the top of each finger were unique wooden arrows. Not one arrow was the same. On his other hand was a dream catcher with various feathers on his fingers.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig