Warrior Protector Spartan Lion Tattoo Novels & Stories

By the time I lifted my gaze, Elion was already sitting in front of me just like Hael. His shirt was off his body. His back was bare and I saw his tattoo. Unlike Hael's, his were bold, colorful, and very vibrant, stretching from his shoulder blades to his lower back. It was a Phoenix. A big one. With large wings inked in gold, red, and black colours. The beak was open, as if it were screeching. Its talons extended as if it had just risen from ashes. It looked powerful, just like Elion.

“This one’s for you, my love.” Kara’s heart skipped. His eyes were soft, the affection so thick it made her uneasy. Their gaze held for several seconds before she looked away. Her eyes fell to another tattoo, a lion’s head on his right breast. She pointed at it. “For my brother,” he explained, following her gaze. “Everyone called him Lion.” Her throat tightened. So much pain hid behind his calm expression. She wanted to ask more about Jayden and Isabella but something told her not to. He looked fragile in a dangerous way, like one wrong word could set him off.

The next time we would meet, I was sure that he would kill me first before asking questions. This was why I needed a protector. Someone strong enough to get rid of Jonathan for me. Jonathan had Alpha blood in him and with the help of his occasional madness, he would be unstoppable against even the strongest werewolves. But I believed that Lucian would be able to take him down. Which was why I desperately needed him on my side. “Well, I don’t have the time to play bodyguard with you. And as for your thoughts on this matter, I was only being courteous.”

Stone instructed Jacob. Jacob rolled up his shirt sleeve and revealed a tattoo of a roaring black bear on the inside of his arm, with the word "Black" beneath it. "You want me to get a tattoo like that?" May asked with widening eyes. "Yes," Stone replied. "Everyone who sees it will know that you belong to me and are protected by me. To harm someone with this bear tattoo means they're not respecting me. Not many people dare to do that in this town. This tattoo will protect you, May."

It was once said that a few gifted warriors of Constancia can easily wipe out hundreds of enemies. More so, the Kingdom's rumored secret protectors; the fiercest band of tattooed warriors; reveled for their combat skills and intimidation tactics, their tattoo covered bodies never fail to bring fear to the hearts of their foes. Even their names are only spoken in whispers for fear of receiving their ire. The very secretive and fearsome, Pintados.

Because if I looked—if I saw—I’d fall harder than I could ever afford to. But right now? I’m looking. And I fucking hate that I can’t look away. His body is a masterpiece of power. Carved abs. Broad shoulders. Veins on his arms like he’s always halfway to bursting. And his chest—God help me—his chest glistens like he walked out of some ad for sin itself. And then— Then I see it. That fucking tattoo. A lion’s head, snarling right in the center of his chest. Its mouth open like it’s about to roar. Eagle wings stretch from both sides, curling around his collarbones like a crown of chaos.

“Please see yourself off the floor before I call for Security.” … Even if the city barely changed in those four years, Gryphon still found the view especially melancholic at night. His only memory of a stroll was with Andrea during their many adventures. His left hand even tingled at the reminder of the tattoo they got for themselves. On his wrist was a lion’s head with a chain running around like a band. It was connected to a golden band on his ring finger, with a chain link that followed his bone. Getting this tattoo was a real nightmare, but he decided to be tough since they had a tacit agreement that whoever screamed by then was the loser. As for whatever the price was, Gryphon didn’t ma

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

It's good since it keeps them on their toes and in tip-top shape. Gamma Theo is explaining that we will be divided into three teams Red, Green, and Yellow, we are at traffic lights now, and I laugh internally. Each team will have 15 members and 1 team leader. It's the luck of the draw, and each name that gets pulled will go to either one of the teams. Finally, my name got called, and I was on the red team. I guess red is one of my favorite colors, and it matches part of my outfit today. Now Jason, Crystal, and Marcel (top place Elite, Alpha, and Luna guard, respectively) take a turn picking up the team's colors. As I said, my lucky day cause I was in group red with Crystal, the Alpha Guard a

Leonard moved towards me and removed the gag from my lips. “Remove her chains.” “But Alpha…” “Don't make me repeat myself.” Leonard proceeded to remove the chains on my body, and just as they were off, I pounced on him like a predator would its prey. My claws were out, and my vision was red as I rained punches on his face. I was pulled away from him by other warriors while two others dragged him out of the room, and once he was safely away from me, they, too, fled for their lives.