Valkyrie Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

Her eyes, even from across the room, seemed to find Leo’s and hold them. Scarlet followed, a flame-haired Valkyrie. Where Jade was liquid, Scarlet was fire, sharp, defined muscle under alabaster skin dusted with freckles. A harness of red leather held her heavy breasts, and a matching thong disappeared into the lush copper curls at her apex. She smiled, a challenge, her teeth white and sharp.

At first, I thought it was just a design, but as he drew nearer, the truth became clear. It wasn’t just a tattoo,it was a name. I rose to my feet without realizing, my eyes fixed on the ink etched into his left chest. “VALENTINA.”

She turned the doorknob and pulled the door, only to see the only person she didn't want to see at that moment. Or maybe never again. Jack was on the other side, looking at her with those perfect eyes she was actually missing. Now she could see him clearly, since it was bright and there was a lot of lamps lighting up the hallway. He was also very close and Violet could examine every single detail on his face, his arms… Violet looked down to check him out and saw that he had a tattoo on his right arm. It was a drawing of the moon and the letter R in a very distinguished and creative form. Violet thought it was incredibly beautiful and it kind of gave him a cool vibe.

My gaze sharpened. “This slave is useless,” I said coldly. “He bit his own tongue to keep silent.” I lifted the file slightly, angling it toward Alpha Dorian and Elder Henry, my finger tapping the image. “But this sign... What does it mean?” Alpha Dorian leaned forward and pointed at the image, his finger hovering just above the page. The tattoo was shaped like a jagged thunderbolt, carved in flesh. “When I first saw it,” Alpha Dorian said gravely, “I felt I had seen it before. So, I consulted the ancient history scrolls.”

Julian said, staring at the grainy image. "It's a start." Damian zoomed in. "He has a tattoo. On his right hand. Between his thumb and index finger." "What kind of tattoo?" "A symbol. Looks like a snake wrapped around a dagger." I knew that symbol. I had seen it before. On Victor's desk. On the ring he wore. On the letter he had sent Julian from prison. "The Snake and Dagger," I said. "It's Victor's private symbol. Only his inner circle wears it."

Liza drew her words like a snail with a glint of surprise popping in her almond eyes every time she glanced at the painting. It was a faceless man with a partly unbuttoned shirt and a dagger tattoo. He stood sideways. His shoulders were broad and his abs flawless. It made her wonder why Valerie draw a faceless incredibly hot guy. Did she fantasize about him? " So I gotta ask. Why did you draw a man that too faceless" Breathing out loudly, Val explained " I guess. I am just trying to figure out what he looks like but my memories are fuzzy. I must have seen his face somehow. No matter how dark the room might have been right?"

"It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with experience and wisdom. Green dragons are associated with nature, and gold dragons represent value and a variety of virtues." My eyes drop to his tattoo once again. "What about red?" He takes my hand and I gasp. I look into his eyes. He places his hand at the centre of his chest where the flame is shooting out. The corners of his mouth twitch. He's looking at me with so much intensity I feel like I'm going to combust. He inches closer until I feel his breath fanning against my neck. "Danger." He whispers into my ear

he replied. " Oh, " she said. That night those two had slept together in the tent he had made. Valerie couldn't sleep because she was thinking about this strange man she had met. He is an Alpha wolf but he has a tiger tattoo on his back. Valerie, having her own troubles too, hoped that she could escape and not cause him trouble after years of his life. She also has been hunted being a white wolf and she wished for nothing but peace. Days she and this stranger had travelled together and they were getting so attached. They do virtually everything together but he still wouldn't tell her his name. This got her quite worried.

“All of you, get out." The alpha soldiers look among themselves but they don't dare argue with the orders of the syndicate heir as they quickly abandon their works and leave the garage one by one. Ilya follows suit after taking off his gloves. “Not you." Valen motions with his chin at him and Ilya halts, hands clenching into fists while everyone leaves until it's just them and the door shuts. Ilya whips his head towards him. “What do you want?” Valen drags on his cigar and releases smoke into the air, eyes fixed on Ilya's neck. “You got a tattoo, cute."

He was shirtless in both. Val didn’t have to point out the difference, as I could see it clearly. The younger version had a tattoo of two knuckles hanging on the muzzle of a gun, ending right over his heart, followed by a series of smaller tattoos that wound around his arm to his back. I zoomed into the picture. Below the gun were the words written: Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo. But the recent picture of him didn’t have that. Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal.