Novel & Cerita Warrior Protector Spartan Lion Tattoo

Jenna subconsciously craned her head to look through Lincoln's open window and saw a man in the backseat of the car, with his back to her, shirtless. He was injured, with a gash on his big arm that was simply bandaged with his shirt, and blood seeped through his clothes and kept flowing down, rendering the ...... male lion tattoo on his waist! Male lion tattoo!!! Jenna's eyes widened in shock, staring blankly at the tattoo, her heart almost stopping ...... The lion was fierce and majestic, lifelike in the blood, with bloodshot eyes that seemed to stare at Jenna. It was him! It really was him! Jenna was about to go forward to check out the man's face, but she was grabbed fiercely!

He spat on the ground near the man’s head. “A spy, most likely,” Dare added, pushing off the table. He picked up a blood-stained rag and wiped a drop of liquid from the blade of a different knife. My stomach clenched tighter. I didn’t need to ask if he was from Stone Ridge. My eyes had already fallen on his left arm, where a faint, stylized wolf’s head was tattooed into the skin. The warrior’s mark. A cold dread seeped into my bones. He was from Stone Ridge. The same place that had cast me out, mocked me, where my former mate had discarded me for being weak.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.

It’s not also her attitude to fight against someone too weak for her. “Fuck.” she cursed when she’s almost out of breath. She stopped and catch her breath. She turned to Varagons warriors. Most of them have well-built bodies. They were wearing a beige tunic and pants. They were wearing a brown jacket, an arm patch is affixed to their right arms, it has their logo. Their logo was a standing lion with a wide mouth opened and there was an arrow towards the lion’s mouth. There was another logo but it was affixed in the jacket. The logo was capital letter B, it has an arrow in it and it was wrapped with flowers which is Peony. Their uniform has a black belt with a silver buckle.

She glared at Leonardo who was leaning in a corner hoping noone would remember him. “That isn’t the issue! What they did was wrong but Nick could have handled this in other ways. Instead he chose to do this nonsense!” Marco said sharply. “And you Leonardo! How could you betray Nick that way? You are like brothers!” “I am sorry uncle. Please forgive me. Help me talk to Nick about letting me back into the company.” “That is the least of your problems you idiot!” Marco barked. “If the Conti’s decide to go to war again, our company and family would be at risk. And it would be your fault!"

In the picture, he’s wearing a pair of black pants and a white military jacket with three stripes and four medals hanging from the left breast pocket and on the right pocket is the emblem of a wolf, leading three other wolves into battle. A sign that he is now the protector of the pack, the head warrior. She slowly runs her fingers over the picture, before she turns back and looks at Clayton with a straight face. “It is good when our dreams come true, isn’t it?” She asks. Clayton frowns at her. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t have to be afraid. If there is anything I can..” “No!” she raised her voice. She flinched, startled by her reaction she apologized and left with her son. He kept looking backward as if he wanted to say something. “That is my luck. Anyways what are we going to do with them” I pointed at the three men unconscious. “Yeah” He drew closer to them and spotted a tattoo on their arms. “Wait I have seen it before” “Seen what?” “This tattoo,” “A lion with a sword” “Yeah”

I asked them again to make sure we were playing on the safe side. "None of that, he even has a spy tattoo embedded on his body." He replied almost immediately before glancing at the entrance. I exchanged a quick, meaningful glance with William before I asked the warriors to bring in the man who claimed he was a spy. I suspected this was a lie because Alpha Lance had also shut down almost everything in his Pack.

he muttered under his breath. “If anything happens to my baby… I won’t spare anyone… I’ll destroy everything… everything…” 👿 His movements were restless, unstable… dangerous. He had no idea that every nurse and every woman around was staring at him. At that moment— Daniel was only wearing his lower. His upper body was bare. Rose’s blood stained his chest. A lion tattoo stretched across his left arm, enhancing the raw power of his muscular physique. His broad chest… his sharp features… his perfectly carved abs—

I whispered, “You were amazing.” He pulled back and beamed at me. “Did you see my roll? And—and how I dodged and flipped him?” “I did! I don’t even think I could have done that,” I laughed, brushing his hair from his face. He puffed his chest. “The warriors say I’m strong. That I’m brave.” I kissed his forehead. “You are. You always have been.” He held up his arm, showing me a fresh tattoo inked onto his forearm. A beautiful phoenix with its wings spread in mid-flight as it stood in flames.