Traditional Samurai Frog Tattoo Novels & Stories

Letting go of Samantha’s hand, I watch as she positions herself on the chair before I move closer so I can stand next to her. “Great,” Dante murmurs. “I was told you want a tattoo of shaded bricks with a flower growing out of them.” Samantha nods. “And I want the words ‘stronger than ever’ over the bricks as if it’s graffiti.” Dante nods, then asks, “Where do you want the tattoo?” Her features tighten, and she looks more nervous than usual as she gestures at her side. When I realize it will be a couple of inches beneath her breast, there’s a burst of jealousy in my chest because Dante will be working close to what I consider mine.

“There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for body-surfing, body-boarding, diving, and tide-pooling.” “A thrill-seeker, huh?” He grinned. “That I am.” I pointed to his tattoo, solid black, with curves that ended in points and interlocked in complex patterns and abstract designs. “Tell me more about that. I noticed it the first day at work, but I was too embarrassed to ask.” He lifted his short sleeve. “Oh. Well, this is the symbol of strength, power, and bravery.”

Leona asks. “Tattoo.” she repeats. “Do you know what it means?” “Uhm-“ Leona drawls. “It means to mark something, doesn’t it?” Violet guesses, and Liviana nods. “By the Tahitian definition, yes,” Livi says. “But in Samoan, it means open wound.” Leona tilts her head. “And why do you know that, exactly?” She asks.

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

"Wow. So that's the mark, right?" "It is." "May I?" Sam asked, gesturing to my arm. I always appreciated that Samara asked me before she touched me. It was like she could sense how uncomfortable touch could make me. I nodded, and she reached forward, brushing the undulating ink with one finger. The ink moved, and she gasped, looking at it fascinated. "It moves?" "So does Thane's," I replied. "You saw it, didn't you?" Samara shrugged. "I saw the tattoo. I never noticed it moving. But maybe it only did that for you." She traced a line accentuating the creature's spine. "That's real neat."

It sounded like he truly believed what he was saying. He did look different; more defined muscles, was a bit taller, had a completely different accent, and most of all, he didn’t have the small tattoo of the bird that we both got on my birthday last year. We both got those tattoos right on the right side of our necks. At first, when Samuel had asked me why we were getting tattoos of birds, I told him it was because they were cute. But Samuel came up with a much deeper meaning. He said that the birds represented our love for each other; that they were lovebirds.

He shifts but doesn't get off the floor, groaning in pain. A samurai tattoo with two coiled snakes peeks from his armor just below his arm. I recognize him as a member of the Blackthorn family, one of the top families of pure breeds in the Shadow pack, raising potential alphas and women vying to be the alpha's bride even after he chose me. My eyes harden, even as I crouch down to his level. To think they would send one of their underdogs to challenge the future Luna to a fight. I bend down and lift him by his shoulders, making my face level with his.

10 years back Third Person POV “Mom, it hurts,” 10 year old Samantha cried while clutching her mommy’s hand. She had shown early signs of being a fine Ninja and Assassin and the Alpha-Beta duo of the Diamond Heart Pack had been quick to act upon this revelation. Beta Draven, too had sent his three sons for Ninja training and when they would be back home, they too shall be tattooed on the head just like little Samantha, whose scalp was designed with the rare Dragon tattoo presently.

“No, regrets. I think you’re right. I needed last night to help me get over Sam. She was the first girl I ever loved like that. My love for Sam will be a thing of the past. After last night Missy, I can say I don’t regret asking you out. We have really powerful chemistry together, and I’m glad we will get a chance to explore that together. I need time to get used to everything. As for the luncheon today, I understand if you’d rather not go. I am not sure I want to go and….” “No, we need to go. You’ve been putting off meeting Mark for far too long. You need to see Sam in someone else’s arms. I am hoping a visual of that will hit home for you. If you see her with him, you will truly be able to

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.