Warrior Protector Spartan Lion Tattoo Novels & Stories

(Katriona) ALEXANDER’S warriors, who seemed to be hiding behind the trees, appeared all of a sudden, blocking my mate and the rescue team. Their number was equivalent to the warriors sent by the city. It was easy to spot Alexander’s subordinates. All of them had tattoos on their backs. Alexander also had tattoos on his chest and arms. They seemed to be symbols which were all unknown to me since no one had them in the city. Alexander purposely commanded the driver to slow down. He was clearly taunting me and the rescue team. Letting me watch how Bradley and the knights shed so much blood just to save me was breaking me. I felt like my heart was being ripped out from my chest.

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.

I stared behind him and the mats gradually grew bigger when I saw what his tattoo was. I held you gently, I even felt him flinch because of that, but he let me go. I noticed the slight tilt of his face as if trying to see me. "Y-you, have the faction's tattoo." I whispered. The symbol of this faction is the fire burning a sword with the wings of a bat. "Like you..." It was almost like a breath. His voice was hoarse as he said that before gently facing me. "Why did you choose that tattoo..." "I want to be the fire that burns the sword of evilness and fear, I want to be brave to protect the person I want. I want to be fearless to face the truth... and I want to have it, to be different ...."

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

"Don't tell anyone but you have already won their hearts with your mature behaviour you showed yesterday and also because Raan can't stop praising her new elder brother... They might not accept it now but they didn't try to change my mind when I made the decision to come here... Anyways, you don't have to be worried about that. They don't hate you, I can see that in their eyes." He looked at her confused when she opened the small box. It had a platinum chain in it with a lion face. She placed it around his neck. "The Lion symbolises courage, strength, protection, power, guidance and balance which are all you have in you..." She cupped his face proudly. "Whenever you see this, remember that y

I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and hand. The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it.

tattoo and he had gotten a lot thicker in mass. "Is that a....a tattoo?" I asked not knowing how to feel about it. He had on a white long sleeve shirt so I wasn't able to see it clearly. He then took the shirt for me to see and what I saw surprised me. Kristrin had a few tattoos, one included a phoenix tattoo across his back, a crown tattoo with the word King on top on his left shoulder to the front, more like the collarbone. One of a lion on his right shoulder and a small tattoo of an eye that looked distinctively a lot like mine.

he spat. “Actually no, I like to live.” I shrugged. “And I like to live in peace. Offer stands. Whenever you're ready.” “Good. You and me. Outside. Now.” He stormed toward the exit. I stood, hearing Ayden's voice behind me. “Laila!” “What?” I blinked at him puzzled. “Klaid!” Ayden barked, and Klaid paused. “As James’s mate, she’s part of this pack. She’s under my protection. She’s human. You can’t fight her.”

Then he covered her with the quilt and kissed her forehead tenderly before leaving the way he had come. It was so liberating to stop fighting what he felt. He felt lighter. Stronger. At home, he went straight to his room. He took off his shirt and looked at his new tattoo on his chest: Silver, in its wolf form, with blue eyes and a purple lightning bolt. On his arm, he read aloud, written in the language of wolves: “Together we are strong.”

They gazed at the attractive Alphas with wide eyes. "Your Highness, we still need to select two more men before—" Mr. Browning, no longer joking, had barely opened his mouth when the gate opened again, and a perfectly tanned, muscular man strode in. The tall man held a siren's blue long hair tightly wrapped in his fist, leaving a bloody trail behind. "I'm Warrior Emre Shield!" His voice boomed with authority, filled with courage and pride. Notably, the tattoo on his stomach was splattered with the siren's blood.