Voltron Tattoos Novels & Stories

Belenus grabs my hand pulling me past him, he lets some of his royal aura trickle out. “Fuck off, Travis!” he says to the guy who looks ready to attack my cousin. He doesn't let go of my wrist until we are in his locker room. “Stay away from the fighters, stay beside me until the others arrive” he says in a low voice, I just nod. The scent has gone when we leave the other room, or maybe I have just imagined it. Belenus pulls his shirt over his head, the minute he turns I notice the new tattoos on his back I am about to turn away when I realise they aren’t normal tattoos, they are runes tattooed into the design. He turns back, and frowns at me.

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

I want to be normal'' ''But you are not, and you will never be'' Tornak rolled up his sleeve and on the inside of his right arm was a dragon tattoo curled up with its wings forming an armour around it "This is the mark of the dragon, when your dragon lord is united with his dragon you will get yours and the fate will bring you six together, it always does, no two dragons have the same mark so you are only bound to those with the exact same mark as you do'' Sven rubbed at his right hand

Then he covered her with the quilt and kissed her forehead tenderly before leaving the way he had come. It was so liberating to stop fighting what he felt. He felt lighter. Stronger. At home, he went straight to his room. He took off his shirt and looked at his new tattoo on his chest: Silver, in its wolf form, with blue eyes and a purple lightning bolt. On his arm, he read aloud, written in the language of wolves: “Together we are strong.”

She gazes at me in a hazy pleasure of confusion. “We can’t fuck with clothes on. They might get in the way. Undress, Princess.” I command as I begin to remove my own clothes. Toni nods her head as she makes haste to remove her clothes. Her eyes soak me up as she studies my tattoos with her eyes. Leo, Trey, Shane, and Igor all have an obsession with tattoos. I have full sleeves, my chest, ribs, and a couple on my legs. I notice Toni has a thigh tattoo. It’s a ribbon of lace that wraps around her thing, but on the other thigh there is a gun holstered in the lace thigh strap. I know she has a cupcake on the back of her left thigh that she and Lucy got when they opened their bake shop.

"The tattoo on the man who held them captive. The man who... who might have killed Nathan and... and Hero's parents.” "Okay, slow down," Kristina said, her tone gentle. "You said you knew the person? What are you talking about?" "The red dragon," I repeated, my hands shaking. "But it's not just a dragon. It's... it's symbolic. It has wings folded along the wolf's back, and a crown hovering above. The wolf... it's like it's becoming a dragon. Like it's going to be a ruler.” Kristina nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on mine. "Okay. That's... that's a very specific image. Where did you see this tattoo?"

I almost forgot about that tattoo it's a tracker info tattoo yes they have it, and its color is like the LGBTQ flag and has a code, Then Shun Yu has a tattoo too and shocking that she has this tattoo on her wrists like she's louring an enemy, and yeah Her Society has an enemy, it's called Scorpions it is top-secret info but I know of course. "can I put on my wrists too?" I ask she glare at me and I smile sweetly, "well okay if that's what you want" I said it like she didn't even care then. >>> *Shun* "So who is this new Slave of yours.." GP asks she's my best friend and one of the King's.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”