Warrior Protector Spartan Lion Tattoo Novels & Stories

He snapped. "You think?" I managed to croak out. He was already breaking a rule about not confronting anyone in a public environment. Just when he wanted to speak, I swung and gave him a swift roundhouse kick to the ribs. He groaned, clutching his ribs in pain. Instinctively, I looked at the tattoo on my arm. It was intricate and fine, with no flaws even in the smallest portions. It bore the crest proudly. Two lions, interlocked with a snake-like figure. Every member had to get the same crest before they were admitted.

’ I asked myself. ‘Not those blue gems,’ Melora answered. They finally agreed. I had already seen Ian’s tattoo but Cannon’s own changed the game. It was a lion, with its mane spreading out and gem-like eyes shining. Its jaw and teeth were profound—looked like it was roaring—and the design was similar to Ian’s but unique in its way. Then there was Kane. I’m not a zoologist but I knew that was a Black Panther. It had blue eyes like its brothers and was fierce. Its whiskers were lowered and it looked like it was ready to bite someone.

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.

Trust lacquered over fear. He rode with no armour. Only the ceremonial sash belted across his chest, a nod to the rites once performed when warriors were sent into the sacred places. His spear was strapped diagonally across his back, the shaft carved with runes of old-wolf, each one marking a victory, a vow, a survival. He had not carved a new one in over three winters. And perhaps he wouldn’t again.

Instead, I turned towards Cliff and Joel, and began getting one thing off my chest. "Do you.." I cleared my throat. "Do you have them too?" I asked. They shared a look, then each held out one wrist. On it was tattooed the same thing, in clear, dark black ink. Κατερίνα's προστάτης - (Katerina's protector). This time, this time I did smile. I felt whole, safe. "So.. it's official then." I breathed. Nothing comes between us.

There lay two words tattooed in greek. Προστατευόμενη and από which means 'Protected by' and then there were two names tattoed under it, one on each wrist. Cliff. And Joel. And then my eyes met something red, something red pouring over the new tattoo, and dripping down my arms. I turned them over, plams out flat, face down, and realized that punching tree's? Wasn't my best idea. My skin was broken in 20 different places, and gushing blood. Yum, I thought sarcastically.

A lanky man stepped into view, with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin on his body. His face had the words Danger Zone tattooed under his eyes, with one word under each. If that wasn’t sign enough to turn around, I didn’t know what was. Looking up at Cyran, he didn’t say anything or show any sign of being uncomfortable. “Where is the video?” Cyran asked, without hesitation. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” The guy countered while sizing Cyran up and down with a smirk on his face. “We were never friends.” Cyran sounded annoyed, but his face remained blank.

The wounds that lay there moments ago are now healed, thankfully. I trail my hand over the grey shaded tattoo of Valsurus smack in the middle of his chest. I don’t know who did this for Lorcan, but it’s magnificent and perfectly captures Lorcan’s wolf. My eyes trail down Lorcan’s stomach to the eight pack that lies there. It’s not hard to understand why Lorcan has the body he has. He worked hard for it and took care of himself. He’s so handsome, right now, more than I’ve ever appreciated before.

It was a little tattoo. The tattoo glittered, but only for a few moments, and then disappeared. When the fog and the tattoo vanished, Mr. Knudlac said: "Revelare!" A tattoo appeared on Johnny's arm depicting a miniature badger, standing on rear limbs, prepared to repel even the attack of a lion. This was the symbol of Johnny's Imperium magic. In addition, the new tattoo appeared too. It represented a sea monster, a Kraken that with two tentacles controlled rough stormy waves, with the others he controlled the calm sea, and with the other tentacles he controlled snow and ice.

"My spark isn't strong enough. I'll never be able to weave the light-lines like the scholars do." Before her frustration could turn into a full tantrum, a massive, heavily armored shadow fell over her. A towering beast-kin warrior, a wolf-kin named Garron who served in the regional civilian vanguard, knelt down in the dust right beside her. His armor was marked with the ancient, golden wolf insignia of Alpha Ryan, and his face bore the calloused scars of a veteran pathfinder. Yet, his large, clawed hands were incredibly gentle as he rested them on his knee.