Warrior Protector Spartan Lion Tattoo Novels & Stories

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

Sylvester answered. Arthur immediately turned to Amelia who was beside him and he led her away from there and to where Adrian was. “Listen, a fight could break out and I do not want you to get hurt, stay here with him, he’ll protect you.” Amelia nodded and Arthur immediately left to deal with the warrior. “Why is everyone considering the warrior as a threat?” Amelia asked curiously. “Well for starters, he tried to kill one of his fellow warriors for no reason and he has a tattoo of a hydra on his arm,” Adrian answered.

The wolf is ghastly pale and fit for his age. From where I sit, I can spot the head of a lion tattooed on his biceps. It covers the whole of his forearms too. The neck has something scribbled in a language I cannot comprehend. ‘Bhan, what would like to have?’ The blonde hottie beside him passes him the menu. It takes him less than a minute to determine and order. Then his attention is back on his friends again. He chuckles at something a hazelnut companion on the right says.

He has a full sleeve bear tattoo inked on his right shoulder that continues till his right hand and connects to it climbing a tree to chest inked on his right shoulder. I wander why he chose a bear. The rest of his chest is covered in a red dragon blowing fire, it has complicated black outlines. It's gorgeous. I take a stand and inch closer to Roman. My fingers trace the patterns and swirls of the dragon. It's a much different style as compared to the others and unique. I wonder why he got it? I meet his gaze. "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 expe

We were far from out of the woods, the edge still miles away, but for the first time we were able to relax a little. “What?” he asked as he stopped in front of me. Slowly I trailed my eyes up his body, taking in each piece of ink that covered his skin. The rose to signify his family sat right over his heart. A crow, a skull, and other shapes folded in sharp lines and splashes of red and black from his shoulder down to his wrist. A lion sat on his right pec—a nod to his persona. Each muscle was pronounced, and when I finally reached his gaze, a shiver rolled through me. I blew out a breath and fanned myself.

His face contorts with pure rage as his mouth mumbles, "This track isn't over! Stiles and Derek, my claws will make sure you both pay dearly for this!" The next morning dawns bright and clear over the mountains. I am practicing my ancient Shadow Fang Warrior movements in a private courtyard atop the Moonlit Sanctuary, with my upper body bare to the wind. My tall, lean frame displays perfectly proportioned muscles across my chest, arms, and abdomen from years of intense physical training. An intricately detailed black wolf head tattoo sprawls across my chest, looking fierce and majestic in the sunlight. Unlike typical pack tattoos, this one is a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes that seem

Those piercing eyes locked on me, scanning for threats before softening just a fraction. God, he was built like sin. Shoulders wide enough to block out the world, abs carved from stone, and that V dipping into his jeans making my stomach flip despite the terror. Sleeves of intricate tattoos coiled up his arms, dark ink twisting like shadows over his biceps. Over his heart, a fierce lion roared in etched fury, rising and falling with his breath. I froze, scream dying in my throat. Him. Dad’s best friend. The gala, the one whose touch had lingered in my dreams like a forbidden promise. But here, now, half-naked and armed, he looked every inch the predator.

“Normally our warriors have had a year or two to find their mates. Giving it to someone who hasn’t yet come of age is… unorthodox. However, my commanders and I feel the risk of having you in the field without the tracking ability the tattoo provides is too high. Having spoken to the witch whose magic is within the tattoo, she believes it won’t cause any permanent issue with your future bond.” He folds his hands, eyes steady on mine. “Nevertheless, I want to ask your permission before we continue.” Am I supposed to say no? As if I’d ever say no to this. “What are the risks of getting it?” I ask, buying myself a few seconds. “We don’t know,” he says honestly. “Most likely there are no risks or

I had been thinking about it ever since Alexa brought it up, but it seemed like he was lost in his thoughts. I stared at him in shock as we stood in the tattoo shop. “A tattoo?!?” The black and white walls surrounded us, and strange items sat on glass shelves. The smell of smoke and Vaseline filled the air, making the atmosphere feel surreal. Standing in front of a glass case with my arms crossed, I looked up at him. The big wolf behind the counter, who was shorter than Conor but almost as wide, just stared at us both, his expression unreadable. “Yep. You are a warrior now. So you, like every other warrior in my pack, need your symbol marked on you,” he explained, his tone leaving no room fo

he said and the guard backed down. Darius moved back from Rex as he managed to stand up, then he shifted to his silver wolf. It hurts to remember that he's my family, my blood, the person I used to love the most. He roared as he stood huge and tall,he shook his body and posed in a fight mode.