Voltron Tattoos Novels & Stories

It hurt but I gritted my teeth, not taking my eyes off him. Next he took off his jacket, discarding it on the floor. His shirt was next to go, he unbuttoned it one button at a time. It joined the grey jacket on the floor revealing his sculpted torso covered in tattoos. He had a dragon tattooed on the left side of his breast and the head of a wolf on the other. My eyes followed his movements.

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

Jostling his shirt to reveal the many tattoos under the grease-stained wife-beater. From his cuffed shirt, a dark but shaded sleeve of thorny roses, clocks, and crosses cover his right arm, while a spiralling black dragon travels around his left. Spine and scales shaded in, with burgundy lines that fade to a light crimson down its tail that hides below his classic wristwatch. Lucian Slater: Hey, bud. He crouches on one knee to greet his son's tight hug. Lucian Slater: I'm sorry I'm late. Gael Slater:

I winced as I remembered how that had tasted in my mouth as Talon had shredded the arm from his torso. “Here!” I cried and lifted up the mangled limb. The arm had a strange swirling tattoo. Purple mixed in with black. Small shields forming a trailing crest. They were insignia, like a battle flag. “That is unique,” he whispered in agreement. “Each shield looks to represent a different stage.” “Like completing training,” he replied darkly. This bastard had been trained for this role. This intruder had scoped out the castle, knew when the Beta’s would be exercising, that I was not around. Genevieve had slipped past but I will find her.

Donald asked suddenly, pointing at the tattoo. Nathan looked down at the ink, then back at him. “The falcon represents freedom. Strength. Focus. It’s a reminder of what I fight for.” Donald nodded slowly, filing the answer away. "And what would that be?" "Story for another day." Nathan brushed it off. They finished their workout and grabbed towels. As they headed out, Nathan’s voice broke the silence. “You know… tattoos would suit you.” Donald snorted. “I don’t really like them.” he didn't actually. He had a great body and he felt like tattoos would ruin it, plus it didn't speak well of him as a CEO.

Oh, did I mention he was only wearing his boxers? His upper torso was on full display as he turned over strips of bacon and eggs. He had a howling wolf head tattooed on his chest, right over his heart with the text “Wolf Riders” written under it. His entire right arm was covered in an intricate pattern of tribal black tattoos as well as part of his chest and shoulder. There was a weeping angel stretched between his shoulder blades and across his neck was his name. All of which moved with him like a living art piece, making me even more aware of every rippling muscle and hard plate this god-like man had. His toned stomach and wide chest. I was a bit surprised when I saw he didn’t have a six-p

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

Leon is a man who is the head of an organization specializing in assassination and "Boss! Calm down, I have a tattoo on my arm. This is the symbol of the BT organization and we are allies, we are not enemies, please listen to me." Finn raised his tattooed arm in front of Leon. This tattoo is the design of their organization. Only people from the same organization have tattoos like this. This is also the symbol of the BT organization. The tattoo on Finn's arm is very intricately designed, it is a dragon head. This is the identity of the organization. Leon saw the tattoo on Finn's arm, his head hurt again, and the pain suddenly came so that Leon could not do anything. He staggered for a hold.