Angel Wings With Clouds Tattoo Novels & Stories

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

His well-defined back glistened with sweat, and my gaze traced the contours of his muscles. But what surprised me most was the ink on his back. Angel wings, magnificent and realistic, spanned across his shoulders. Their tips reached each shoulder blade, as if embracing his entire upper body. I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the tattoo. Ethan seemed oblivious to my presence, lost in his cooking. Titan, sensing my stillness, nudged my hand with his nose. Ethan turned, a spatula in hand. Our eyes met. A hint of a smile played on his lips.

“The water’s warm.” Stepping into the silk pajamas I’m handed by the masseuse, I walk into the next room to find Angelique, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows as she stands at a sink near the back of the salon. “Come, sit in the chair, let’s get you washed up.” As I approach, I notice that her arms are inked with the most beautiful stained glass rose designs making a solid sleeve of art from wrist to elbow. “Your tattoos are beautiful,” I compliment her without thinking and she blushes, her tense posture easing.

I took my time enjoying the sight laid out before me; the butterfly's wings were spread on either side of her labia from top to bottom. The outer edges were the same blue as her angel's wings with an outer ring of black with silver dots going down both sides. The eyes on the end of the antenna were right above her pierced clit, truly a beautiful work of art but not nearly as beautiful as the pussy it adorned. I opened the lips of her tattooed pussy, the eyes and antenna of the butterfly winking at me as I pushed my thumb inside her wetness. "Ummm." She arched her back and pushed herself down farther on my finger searching for more.

After a few seconds, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out now. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." ... ...

She laid next to me, naked and glorious after sex. “Why are the angels tattooed on both arms blindfolded?” Evelina asked, tracing the outline with her delicate fingers. “Because justice is blind,” I replied bluntly. Her body shifted closer to mine, and one bare leg wrapped around my own leg. “But the goddess of justice usually has a scale in one hand. The angels here have their hands tied.”

"Ever since that night, it’s been just me, my hand, and p**n. Cleavage and tight butts used to do it. Now? Nothing." "Can you 'not' share your kink playlist with me, sir? I’m clearly not interested." I covered my ears and glared. "Just get to the point." "Help me find her." I raised a brow. "And how exactly? You don’t even know her name or face." "She’s got an angel tattoo on her back. Her 'entire' back. Sexy as hell," he said, placing a hand on my thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

"I don't understand. That woman said we're in angel territory but those guards didn't look like angels and neither did she." "Can angels hide their wings?" Jax asks. "Yeah but angels have silver eyes and all the ones I've ever seen are covered in runes—not tattoos like the witches' but runes that are actually carved into their skin," I tell him. "I didn't see any of that." "Yeah me neither." "Do you think maybe she was the only one?" I shrug to myself, settling with my back against the wall. "I doubt it but what else could they be? Angels are extremely territorial and too proud, there's no way they'd let another species live alongside them."