Black And White Calla Lily Tattoos Novels & Stories

“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.

There is no way she will call this a one night event when I’m through with her. /Luna Gwyneth-/ Alba starts and I cut him off. Fuck plans, strategies and plots. This…this is something. It might be Dark Arts, she could be a fucking witch for all I care but all I know is I need to have her. She tugs away my tshirt and gasps at my tattoos. “They’re amazing,” she coos, her fingers trailing over the intricately patterned artwork covering my shoulders, pecs and back. Black twisted ropes, dots, stars and swirling, ancient texts cover me. I should explain them to her but I am already dizzied by the strength of her arousal. She strokes the patterns around my shoulders as I tend to the raindrops on he

‘Okay, but don’t come running when you end up like the ivory in your dreams’ Anita stated getting ready to leave. ‘Wait’ ivory called out gritting her teeth, she stood up. ‘Let’s do this’. Anita smirked as if she had been expecting her answer; she turned around and gave ivory a black silk. ‘What should I do with this’ ivory stared at it with question marks all over her face. ‘Blind fold yourself; I would like to teach you how to fight blindly’. Ivory scoffed, she couldn’t even fight her properly when she could see now she had to fight blind folded, her day just got worse.

Then, Calum and Cirocco carefully searched the man's body, but they did not find any useful clues. Calum and Cirocco were about to drag the man out to throw him into the sea. However, as soon as they grabbed the man's arms, Liam suddenly stopped them. "Wait!" Liam looked at the man's arm that was exposed and his expression became solemn. He walked up to his side and tore up his sleeve. The man had a black tattoo on his arm. The pattern was very strange. It was neither a dragon nor a snake. It was a tattoo of a snake with dragon horns that had a deer face.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

It looked fresh, pulsing with the raw energy of a completed bond. Then Calla stepped up next to him, her small hand resting on his chest. She looked a little shy, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes were steady. She tilted her head, exposing the delicate line of her neck. There, mirrored on her skin, was her own mark—a pristine white moon set against a sky-blue backdrop. The sight of it made Zara want to vomit. A wave of pure, toxic jealousy exploded in Zara’s chest, her wolf let out a serrated growl of pure fury. Diamond was absolutely losing it.

I asked. He nodded. “Yes, baby. I had almost finished.” I smiled. “Can I see?” “Sure.” I leaned off him, adjusting myself on the table. As he went to the sketch board, my gaze followed him. I noticed his tattoos again. The most outstanding was a knife seated in the middle of his back, surrounded by thorns. They were really different from Black’s. So much different. Black didn’t have a single tattoo on him. And maybe that was the rule—for him as an Alpha? To show discipline? Or what?

“So, what’s the plan? Are we going with the Classic Royale concept, or something more contemporary for the year-end event?” Auri let out a quiet breath, studying her latest sketch. “I think Timeless Elegance suits them better, Gia. They want something luxurious, but not overly extravagant. I’m planning to use white calla lilies as the main focus, paired with deep blue hydrangeas.” “Deep blue? Won’t that be hard to source in large quantities for the end of the year?” Gia asked, taking a sip of her tea.