Yokai Japanese Tiger Tattoo Novels & Stories

The unknown young man shouted to the girl. “Stop this, both of you!” Tohya shouted at the same exact moment that the young man did. Yuri can only stare at the young man before noticing the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck, and her gaze went down to his left hand where there was a Hati bracelet wound around his wrist with the Roman numeral of two engraved on the silver crescent moon pendant. ‘A Phantom? Then that means…’

The little pain I’m feeling in my neck makes it evident. But then…. I swallow hard as my eyes slowly move up, taking a second look at the image, and they find all the crazy details on his body. He has such nice and perfect abs, and the long powerful Japanese dragon tattoo on his body leaves my mouth hanging. I’ve never seen anything like it. I must confess, Alpha Arkon is hot and he’s blessed by the Goddess between his thighs. Can’t even imagine how many ladies have walked in here, and seen this hanging over them. This is sexually hypnotizing.

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

she looked to the wolf in the middle of their defense circle, “… is going to give birth.” I examined her human form. She got different tattoos on her body and she’s wearing a cloth painted in orange and black stripes. The cloth was covering her breast and a short tribal skirt around her waist. And on each hand, she has two cutlasses – the most common weapon used by their tribe. Even her clothes had intricate prints and patterns like her tattoos. But one tattoo piqued my attention and it is the one with the sun and waves of the ocean. Another story was told that painted wolves revered the Sun Goddess rather than the Moon Goddess.

It was a little tattoo. The tattoo glittered, but only for a few moments, and then disappeared. When the fog and the tattoo vanished, Mr. Knudlac said: "Revelare!" A tattoo appeared on Johnny's arm depicting a miniature badger, standing on rear limbs, prepared to repel even the attack of a lion. This was the symbol of Johnny's Imperium magic. In addition, the new tattoo appeared too. It represented a sea monster, a Kraken that with two tentacles controlled rough stormy waves, with the others he controlled the calm sea, and with the other tentacles he controlled snow and ice.

He felt me tighten around him and knew I was close. "Baby, I want your eyes." I opened them for him and stared deep into his soul. His pace increased. His body constricted, and I toppled over the brink of ecstasy with Gray. Completely spent, I rolled over and stroked the tattoo that always caught my attention. "What does this stand for?" He winked at me and said, "It's Japanese for stallion."

This Lycan looked batshit crazy and it scared the hell out of the Tiger. *****

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

“I don’t know if Roman’s talked to you about this, but there are some local legends in the parks—about what the people here call ‘ghost tigers’. There have been some sightings, and that means sometimes there are poachers. Texans with guns, looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. So we’ll need to be careful when we run.” “I see. And those ghost tigers?” “Are usually us,” Jackson confirmed quietly. Lana nodded as she sat back in her chair, the shifter-sensitive part of their conversation presumably over. She couldn’t help but let her gaze pass over his body, taking in how incredibly chiseled his features were, the heavy brow that only helped accent his eyes. Lana realized she was chewing ne

I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"