Angel Wings With Clouds Tattoo Novels & Stories

“What is this?!” “That is a guardian sign, my child.” On Angela’s hand was a tattoo of a wolf which shone and showed four colors; Red, Brown, Blue and Grey and it was beautiful. “Woah!” Angela said with a smile on her face. “This is beautiful.” Selene chuckled again. “It sure is. You have all the four colors and the elemental wolves will each have one of the colors on your hand representing their power and the element they can wield. Just so you know, your eyes are also shining like your hand.”

I said with heavy breaths as I pushed myself forward ignoring the rain covering my face and making it impossible for me to see, I didn't know there was a trench somewhere filled with rainwater because immediately I took a step forward. “Ahh!” I fell inside, the water completely covered my body and head. Trying to get to the surface. I couldn't because my leg was stuck somewhere. No matter how much I tried to struggle out, I couldn't. The dirty water was getting into my ears. I couldn't breathe as I sucked in my breath and tried, certainly, to get my wings out. It was the only way to get free. ____ Not far from where Elina was trapped, Angel stood face-to-face with Raphael. Wiping blood from

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

Karina responded. "But you can....." Karina hung up , switched off her phone and dropped it. "Gosh why is he sweating so much ? " She muttered and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands stopped unbuttoning his shirt the moment her eyes saw something on the right side of his chest. Her hands began trembling slightly as she opened his buttons fully, she gasped and covered her mouth with both hands after seeing what was tattooed on his chest. The name "Angel" Was tattooed on his chest, a drop of tears slipped out of Karina's eyes.

The tattoo stretched with lines forming into a design of interlocking wings and chains, intricate and bold. Without realizing it, I drifted closer. My hand rose almost on instinct. My fingers brushed the edge of his shoulder blade, tracing the ink. The heat of his skin seared into me. “Why this?” I whispered. He exhaled slowly, like my touch burned and calmed him at once. “Chains for what holds me down. Wings for what I want to break free into.” My fingers lingered on the design again. His skin was smooth, taut under my touch, every inch screaming with restrained power.

His pleasurable moan as he spills into me shoots desire to my own lower core. “Evelyn…I….” His breathing is sharp as he pulls me back to him, tasting his own remnants on my lips. “Ssshh…we should head back…” I smile gently at him, letting him know words aren’t necessary at this very moment. He stands walking around me, giving me a full display of his well built ass. The tattoo on his back is never hard to miss, it covers from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, back rib to back rib. I’m still not sure it’s an angel or an eagle, it’s seems to be a mixture, but what does catch my eye is the name under one of the wings.

"Yes, yes!" Angel screamed, her fingernails elongating into claws as she dragged her fingers over the rug, leaving deep gouges in the expensive material. Still Layon continued until he heard her panting as though she couldn't take much more. He'd lost count of how many times she'd cliJasoned and the lazy-eyed, sated expression upon her face told him he'd done his job well. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his essence into her, hoping that one day it might take root and they might produce the next alpha of the Silverdale pack.

Staring at the woman flying with her spread wings parallel to him, her torn stockings showed her black-colored tattoos that littered her legs and thighs like tentacles. So that is why you cover your sexy legs, Halfling. Crossing his arms before him, Damon’s full-blown grin grew as he watched her. “You still have a trick left, I see.” Angelo flapped his wings. He leveled to Maleficent, meeting her eye to eye in which the latter returned with equal fervent. “But your butterflies are growing small, daughter of Beelzebub.”

When he pulled the shirt off, and turned his back to me to show off his tattooed chiseled body, my breath hitched in my throat. His back was a masterpiece... dark ink sprawling across his muscle and skin like fire captured mid-motion. A phoenix, wings unfurled, rising through shards of shattered glass that shimmered faintly under the lamplight. Each shard was jagged, almost painful to look at, yet beautiful... the kind of beauty born from agony, not just vanity. The wings stretched across his shoulders, feathered and fierce, hiding faint ridges of scars beneath them. The closer I looked, the more I noticed the detail of it... hidden faces within the smoke of the wings, a woman’s eyes drawn s