Voltron Tattoos Novels & Stories

Surely due to the voltage they shared the night before, which did not allow room for thoughts other than giving themselves to each other. Athena felt somewhat confused; that tattoo was surprisingly similar to the one she had behind her ear, the one of Leo, while Valentino's represented Scorpio. Why did he have a similar tattoo? Could they be coincidences? However, if they were, it would be a very strange coincidence.

I whispered, “You were amazing.” He pulled back and beamed at me. “Did you see my roll? And—and how I dodged and flipped him?” “I did! I don’t even think I could have done that,” I laughed, brushing his hair from his face. He puffed his chest. “The warriors say I’m strong. That I’m brave.” I kissed his forehead. “You are. You always have been.” He held up his arm, showing me a fresh tattoo inked onto his forearm. A beautiful phoenix with its wings spread in mid-flight as it stood in flames.

"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

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

The door creaked open, and the air shifted. Tristan entered, and her breath caught despite herself. He was not polished like Jalen, not sleek and cold in his black suits. Tristan was raw power, unrefined, a warrior carved from battle. His shirt clung to his chest, muscles defined and hard as stone. Tattoos scrawled over his arms and shoulders, curling across his chest and disappearing down his back like living shadows. His skin was bronzed from the sun. His hair—icy blond, loose and falling past his chin—framed his face in untamed waves. A dusting of stubble shadowed his jaw, making him look wild and dangerous.

I heave out a humourless chuckle. She leads me towards the couch and I look down to stare at the tattoo on her hands. It mesmerizes me the second I saw it, it’s electric blue and a lot larger than every other elemental out there. I included. 2 large lightning bolts are carved on the sides of her hands, starting from her wrists all the down to her elbows, and both ends of the bolts are connected to the other through a white line.

The symbols seemed to have extended. In Arerat, the tattoo was a butterfly in my palm and claw prints under it, down to below my wrist. But right now, it was extended down to the back of my elbow, just below my upper arm. The last pair of claw prints that lay in-between the upper arm and the lower arm began to glow warmly. I could feel a soul connection with it. It's the exact feeling I got when Little Wolfy gave me its blood essence from it's glabella to join the contract of beast and beast tamer. It was as if I just...

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

Now that we were shorter than an arm, I was sure that the tattoo that represented his capital sin was not the only drawing on his beautiful and contemplative olive skin. There were also more of those curved thorns descending to his strong abdomen, and I swore to have seen the tail of a snake drawn so that it went up through the gummies of his belly, before he noticed my look and I had to disguise it with the first thing that came in my head "maybe at that moment I forgot that he probably already knew what was going "You make it seem like there are parts in hell that are not fire and blood, Vraxlon.”

Halle lowered her voice and asked, “I want to ask if you know anything about wolf tattoos. The kind of tattoo that doesn’t show normally but will reveal itself when it comes into contact with warm water. It’s a whole red wolf, not just the wolf head.” Some thoughts later, the person on the other end of the phone said, “In the Western Frontline, the Lycantroops usually use a wolf as their totem. However, they are very particular with their tattoos. Based on what I know, a whole wolf can only be tattooed on someone of the highest rank.” A high-ranking person in the Lycantroops? Halle started to have a better understanding of the situation. “Thank you, Uncle Lee.” After the call, she used whate