Yosemite Sam Tattoo Novels & Stories

Then he turned to look at the one who saved him. His savior was a young man, and he didn’t seem any older than Samoa. He was bare chested, exposing his broad and well sculpted chest to the eyes of all who saw him. There was a tattoo of a roaring lion on his right chest, and a picture of a snake had been engraved into his right arm. His green eyes pierced into Samoa’s and his wavy hair floated freely in the wind. “Arthur,” Samoa asked, stunned by the appearance of his friend? His friend looked so serious that if Samoa didn’t know him well, he would have doubted that the boy before him was the same one he grew up with.

still meant no. The girls tossed extra ammo in their gun cases and grabbed their duffle bags, heading out the apartment door, pausing long enough to lock it. They laughed as they made their way out the front of the complex and into the bright sun towards their truck. Sam smiled raising her hand, pushing the button on her key fob, unlocking her baby. It was a gift from her father when she had graduated high school last year. The large black Dodge came with all the bells and whistles. He even went as far as to have a large Vegsivir, the Norse compass that keeps all travelers from getting lost on their travels, detailed and placed across the hood in a dark grey. It helped her remember her mom.

Sam smiles, wipes his lips, and lies beside me. "Tela... tomorrow I'll show you something... something important." "All right," I whisper, laying my head on his arm and my hand on his chest. "The blood moon affects you if... if you're a... last night was the fifth blood moon of the fifth month." "The what of what?" "My tattoo... it's not a tattoo... it's a mark of-" "Oh, come on, Sam... finish a sentence. I don't understand anything you're saying." "I'm going to show you... I need to give you something."

Sam mused, sliding his hand up again. "A few dark ones?" I sharply looked up at him. "This is an army, Sam." "An army that will be obliterated before they can touch you." Sam promised in a calm tone. My tattoos were disappearing, taking all ownership with them. I hardly felt the cold from the icy water.

Hanzo nods his head before taking my hand in his then gets up and pulls me to the bathroom. “Thank you, once I rinse the blood off you can take a bath if you would like. I can leave you to relax or help you with your hair and keep you company,” Hanzo drops his blanket and walks into the shower and starts the water. I can’t help my eyes wandering over his back tattoo of a samurai with an orange and red koi fish, waves, and various flowers. His tattoos create a full suit covering his entire torso moving down his butt and the backs of his thighs.

We stepped out of the car and leaned on it, waiting for Damien's brother. Then the sliding doors of the airport swung open and I saw him at once. Tall, broad shoulders. Dark hair slightly messy like Damien's. Slight smirk twisting his lips as he looked over the crowd until he spotted Damien's car, and then me. Oh. I knew that expression. Damien waved a hand to call him over. "Sam." Sam approached us, dragging a black duffel bag behind him. Up close, I could see the tattoos that circled his forearm and poked out beneath his shirt sleeve.

"Wow. So that's the mark, right?" "It is." "May I?" Sam asked, gesturing to my arm. I always appreciated that Samara asked me before she touched me. It was like she could sense how uncomfortable touch could make me. I nodded, and she reached forward, brushing the undulating ink with one finger. The ink moved, and she gasped, looking at it fascinated. "It moves?" "So does Thane's," I replied. "You saw it, didn't you?" Samara shrugged. "I saw the tattoo. I never noticed it moving. But maybe it only did that for you." She traced a line accentuating the creature's spine. "That's real neat."

She's desperate enough. "Why are you making that face?" "I have an idea." Sam scoffs. "Of course, you do." "You're not going to like it." "I never like any of your ideas." Devon scratches the tattoo on his neck. It's the face of a bear. His father was killed by one on a hunting expedition when he was five. This tattoo represents his strength but also his weakness. It hurt like a bitch. "There's this girl I've known forever. I think she's the perfect candidate. And before you ask, no, she isn't a spy."

10 years back Third Person POV “Mom, it hurts,” 10 year old Samantha cried while clutching her mommy’s hand. She had shown early signs of being a fine Ninja and Assassin and the Alpha-Beta duo of the Diamond Heart Pack had been quick to act upon this revelation. Beta Draven, too had sent his three sons for Ninja training and when they would be back home, they too shall be tattooed on the head just like little Samantha, whose scalp was designed with the rare Dragon tattoo presently.