Voltron Tattoos Novels & Stories

A tiger motif was tattooed on his face. This man was Tigre, one of the Quintus family’s twelve zodiac fighters, a person much stronger than Pigsy and Capra. “After screwing up, how are you still alive?”

Gripping the reins time and again, he drove the cart with a crestfallen face that bloomed disappointment and not to forget a bit of frustration too. The tattoo vanishing all of a sudden wasn't a good sign. The right backhand of every Lycan whether it was Lycan Rogue or a sane Lycan always had this tattoo on it. Usually, it would look just like an ordinary tattoo but when the Lycan Power is exercised to protect oneself or others, or to attack someone, in such cases, the Lycan Powers inside the Lycan's body gets activated and that is when the tattoo would glow instantly. The tattoo also helps to kindle the energy that Lycans would need in such scenarios. In case the Lycans get injured, it's th

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

I stuttered and he laughed at me, but there is absolutely no way I am just going to let myself get killed without doing anything. Fine, I cannot even think of fighting back, but then, I can use my mouth, and for once, at least, it comes out as the truth. “If you kill me, it will not be Logan’s loss.” He laughed some more, got up and stretched, his tattoos now visible to my eyes. He has a lion’s head drawn on one arm, and a dragon on the other arm, the other tattoos a couple of wild things. “I am serious. I will not be missed…for real…and…and killing me will only be you taking a burden away from him, and not the other way round.”

But this one has all my work and sketches I have been working on. Including the one I have for the Raider tattoo. " Merigold I know I saw the one you did for Tank and the one on your back. And I'm impressed. But Merigold, these are incredible." he says. He sees the one I wanted to talk to him about. He points to it. “ For dad?” he asks. I just nod. “ Like I said. Incredible. And I will be proud to wear it.” Viper says. I can’t help but smile. He always makes me feel good. "What's incredible?" I turn and see Casper beside me. Viper stands to shake his hand. Viper sits back down and Casper takes the seat across from me. Viper slides my portfolio across the table to him and points. " These are

"When I found out that my body isn't broken as it seemed to be." Keron's eyes were still glued at the video game. He made a fist with his right hand and pumped it in front of his face. The gesture was recognized by his Battle Gear's sensors, prompting it to detract his headgear and release his head. Cool air from the room's air conditioner embraced his bare face. His features were typically islandic Tritonite--dark tan, glowing light blue eyes, tribal tattoos and a shaven head. The insignia of their tribe was imprinted on his left cheek: a snake encircling his left eye like a cane.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.