Biblical Angel Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

"You are still the same, zoning out when relaxed." Ambrosius chuckles as I trail patterns on his chest with my fingers. He got a tattoo of an angel riding a ferociously looking black vampire on his chest. I absolutely love it, especially the vampire. I know it is him because of the golden eyes. And the angel is me. It brought me to tears when I saw it for the first time. Ambrosius said he had to have something that would stay with him for the rest of his life, that reminded him of me. "And you can still tell when it happens."

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My gut twisted in a painful knot and my heart throbbed like it has left a few breaths to breathe. My eyes were bleeding, with the same blood as Levi’s. I saw him collapse on the ground right before me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his left hand. ‘ANGEL’ I gasped at the word carved into his skin. It would’ve been better if it was a tattoo but it wasn’t and I kept on looking at the red cloth left in my hand. It seemed like a scar made with a blade, a knife, I don’t know. Why would someone sane do something like this to himself? But then again, he is not sane.

Its body was coiled around the dove, not constricting, but rather embracing it. The stake that pierced the dove's heart was adorned with a delicate filigree, resembling the threads of a DNA helix. As you gazed closer, the tattoo revealed more nuances. The dove's wings seemed to morph into tendrils, while the cobra's scales appeared to shift into molecular structures.

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.”

Both types of angles, however, are believed to have been created by God to protect humans. The word angel in the Hebrew Bible, Greek New Testament, and the Koran means 'a messenger of God'. The word simply denotes the duties of a messenger. The word does not describe any type name for the matter. Most of the time, in art, angels are depicted as humanoids with bird-like wings (white feathers) and halos. Often, they wore robes, and they were always shown amidst various kinds of shining lights.

Yet, they aroused a feeling of a dark, untenable evil, death, and an infinitely boundless abyss of savagery. Once he was out of the pool of blood, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure levorotated it's neck twice, before it spoke, "I've been in this hell of a place for so long, thanks to this blood offering I'm finally revived. Hump! you Lords Of The Skies, just you wait for me. I'm going to be the end of your race and the doom of your descendants." From the way it spoke and the emotion reflected in his voice and face, it was clear he had an intense hatred for the one's it called 'Lords of The sky'.

"...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off." "I can't. I can not let the likes of you see me naked, so turn around first." "Oh you little sinner, I have seen parts of you that not even you have seen before now, take it off." the evil angel said again gritting from his fangs. Sonny took off her shirt and was left in her black sports bra. Now the lines that covered her skin were fully visibly and glorious to look at. Anyone who knew not that this were natural to her would think they were the coolest tattoos ever. The way they were design around her torso, stretching from that trian

“So you can tell everyone that it appeared as a result of the Goddess' blessing; it's an angel manifestor.” I frowned. “Angel manifestor?” I asked, confused. “Yes,” said Azael. "Before an angel awakens their power, a line is etched on their wrist indicating the waiting time for their wings to sprout. The Goddess blessed you, so your power will awaken at some point, but since you are not of pure angelic lineage, the marker is not engraved on you." I opened my mouth in total shock, incredulous at so many details. “That's—”

Angel hid her face in the pillow and groaned. "Let me see" I said and made my way to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at the mark that Angel has made. I smiled at the dark little spot on my skin. I liked the feeling of having her mark on me and I really wished that I could do the same with her. What the hell is happening to me? I walked back to the living room and saw Angel's face bright red as my friends annoyed her. "Guys, stop" I said while chuckling and sat next to Angel. "Thank you" she mumbled whole glaring at Daniel. I watched as she finished her third can of beer.