Warrior Protector Spartan Lion Tattoo Novels & Stories

He was a despicable person. Liam's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was exuding a bone-chilling air all over as he looked at Tattoo. "Hmph! Let me see how capable the commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors is today!" said Tattoo. He looked at Liam with a frosty gaze and a ferocious sneer on his face. Upon saying that, he charged at Liam. He clenched his fist packed with the might of a God of War and aimed it at Liam's face.

A little too excited that the reality was blurring. A very clear sign to make a run for it before I get too attached, even after just a few hours. I don't have the luxury of attachment. It's dangerous to even relax. I have to make an escape soon. I closed my eyes and faked a smile on my face. Luke Zalchini had a dangerous look about him. I had to be careful. Trade wisely, but it was too hard to focus. All I ended up doing was stare at him. He has a lion tattoo on his left shoulder that makes him look powerful. He had it all: tall, lean body, and dark eyes. His hair was dark brown and chin length. I would love to run my hands over his hair and maybe offer him a nice trim.

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

I swallowed hard, my eyes smoldering with disbelief. He was majestic. And dreadful. His torso was a scene of trauma. Thick cords of muscle caressed his ribs and his stomach; yet, it was the scars that held my attention. Claw marks. Burn scars. Knife wounds. And tattoos that were black tribal ink, swirling over his shoulders and down his arms, declaring him a warrior of the Old Ways. He looked like a god of war carved from obsidian. "Quit staring, Ryker drawled as he kicked off his shoes. On the contrary, this seems somewhat rude."

“You like them?” God, that smile. My knees actually shifted under the table. “Maybe,” I teased, though my voice wasn’t nearly as steady as I hoped. “They each mean something,” he said, rolling up his sleeve to show more. “This one" he tapped the wolf "is for loyalty. This one—" he pointed at a jagged line with fire etched into it "is for survival. "And this” He smirked, pulling the neckline of his shirt down slightly to reveal a tattoo near his collarbone. “is just for fun.”

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

It would’ve completely shattered me into a million small pieces that could never be fixed if it had been me in her shoes. She paused the video and held the phone up to the tattoo on his forearm. Yes, they were the same tattoo. My brows furrowed when I looked at it closer and recognized what it was. Why would he have the symbol of the Werewolf Council? It was given to those on the Council as well as their Sentinels, which was what their specialized warriors were called, as their ID badge so to speak. It’d been created with the help of a very power witch. She essentially made it into a trademark. Only those with approval from the Council were able to get it tattooed on them. IF they ever left

"Get off my men, now!" I made to retort the wolf's statement but then my eyes caught sight of a certain symbol tattooed on his arms. I squinted my eyes, trying to make sure I wasn't seeing things. To confirm my thought, I looked down at them arms of the wolf I had pinned down and then at the one under John. They all had the same symbol tattooed on their arms. It was one that I loathed with all of my guts. Looking back up at the cloaked figure, I muttered, my voice barely a whisper, "you guys are part of the Core Legion."

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

[Selene] He hit my hand aggressively and I felt the golden bloodline in him. "It's in him. The golden bloodline is here." I mumbled to myself. "Why didn't I die with Alpha Jareth? Why was I brought to another world in this body? Am I to protect him too?" I asked myself. I walked back into the room and stood still. I checked my wrist and my dragon tattoo was still there. The tattoo has been there since birth, only protectors of the golden bloodline had it. It means this was my body but why was I here and why do they all think I'm Kali?