Angel Wings With Clouds Tattoo Novels & Stories

It's a good thing I hung up that blanket. The door in his room opens, and my eyes widen when he walks out of what I guess is his bathroom. A towel is wrapped around his waist, his chest bare and his hair wet. Drops of water glide down his body, making the dark ink glisten. I'm frozen, taking in the sight. Black angel wings spread across his pecs, and between them is what looks like a cocoon. Covering his entire left arm is a half dead tree. Leaves fall from the winding branches, falling to a barren ground. On his right arm, is a sleeve of butterflies and flowers, a complete opposite from his gloomy left arm. Then I'm looking at his face. Clouded with shadows as his dark eyes glare back at me

If Thea manages to lose it somewhere, even then the stone will make its way back to either of us. I now place her palm on my wrist and repeat the procedure. The same tattoo this time the horn appears on the right side and the Angelwing on the left enclosed in a heart shape made by the demon tail. I bring both our palms close to each other and chant the last spell which will mark her as mine. An infinity symbol appears below the tattoo on both our wrists at the same time, bonding us together forever. This bond is for life. It can only be done with the accent of both parties. In our case, she is not in the condition to voice our opinion. I guess even the stone must have known how she feels abo

I could only make out a bit of the top of the tattoo, so I slowly undid every button and opened his shirt. A hooded skull wearing a crown sat in the middle of his chest, with large angel wings covering the rest of his chest. I trailed my fingers on his tattoo, completely fascinated by it. It was such a beautiful work of art, and the details on the skulls and wings were incredible. I glanced up at Damiano, who was watching me intently with his piercing gaze. I felt a rush of shyness wash over me, and I had to look away. “We should get back to the others.” I tried to get off his lap, suddenly remembering I had left Cara all alone out there.

He was smiling really hard. "It's a guardian angel watching over a toddler, surrounded by a flutter of butterflies dancing around a thorn-encrusted rose. The angel's presence creates a protective barrier, shielding the child from the thorns' gentle threat and the warm sunlight that casts a golden glow. In the distance, a hungry lion lurks, its presence implied but held at bay by the angel's vigilant gaze." He explained, smiling as he stared at me. "Wow," I breathed, entranced by the beautiful story behind his tattoo. "It's a whole story."

The hair was a dark brown color but seemed to blend into his skin, making it nearly impossible to see from afar. "Fascinating," I thought to myself as I poked at one strand. My eyes went to the tattoo on his chest. It was the tattoo of an angel holding a sword and standing under what seemed to be a tree. I didn't understand how the tattoo artist managed to capture it, but it looked amazing. My hand slowly traced around the beams of light that were tattooed with gold and the sword that was the same color as the being. Just as my finger was about to trace the wings, I heard Damon mumble, "It's ticklish," he said with a deep voice.

Here I thought his tattoos were only on his hands but turns out it wasn't only them. His back was full of tattoos but one caught my attention in particular, it looked like an Angel that's on its knees, the wings looked broken and above it were two hands, holding one another tightly with the word brother written underneath them and above the Angel… the fallen angel. Ray loved his brothers more than I could ever imagine, to the point where he tattooed his own body with a constant reminder of it. Something I could never have unless it's Malia we are talking about. Alana, focus.

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

She quickly ran over and looked at my wound. The wound on my back was really torn due to my sudden movement. I could feel the slimy liquid on my white T-shirt. White T-shirt? Why do I wear it? Who changed my clothes? So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise.

He takes a step and turns showing me his back, there is the tattoo. And what a tattoo, they are angel wings. Wings stretching down his arms, feathers covering his biceps. “It is…” I look for a word to define it, I can't find any. I sigh slowly and bring my fingers closer to the tattoo. I slide my finger along every line a pen draws, I let my hands explore his torso, his skin is soft and damn irresistible to touch. He tenses with my touch, then when my hands caress his wings he relaxes.

"Doing what? I wasn't doing anything here. Not like you wouldn't say yes, it doesn't take much for a woman to fall in love with me." "Yeah and it doesn't take much for you to seduce and take them to bed or isn't that what you're implying? Then leave them broken and shattered. It's literally written all over your face and that tattoo of yours. What does it mean by the way? It's Angel's wings right? Folded around a rosebud then a pack of three wolves? And there's some sort of Chinese written all over it, what does it even mean?" "So now you're spying on me whenever I'm naked?"