Black Carnation Tattoo Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

"I have a favor to ask." "What is it?" Lorenzo's voice sounded tired. "Your tattoo… the one on your arm…" My heart skipped a beat. Lorenzo had an iris tattooed on his forearm. My favorite flower. A symbol of our love. "The iris?" Lorenzo asked. “Yes,” Cassandra’s voice was a venomous sugar. “Every time I see it, it’s a reminder… of her. Can’t you just… cover it up? For me?” A long silence. I held my breath, waiting.

“Fine, but I’m here when you’re ready to talk. Don’t forget, I love you, Death Bear.” She brings my hands to her soft lips, kissing the back of it right on my tattoo of a yellow rose tipped with red that drips blood drops to my fingers. It’s one of the few I have in color. It’s symbolic of friendship and falling in love. I had gotten it when I first realized the innate connections I have with Jase. The connection with him is like the one I have with Carley. I’d see the world drowning in rivers of blood at my hands for them alone.

" He remained turned away and I removed my hand from his arm Stepping next to him, I reached out to grab his jaw quickly and turned him to face me. What I saw will forever be engrained in my memory. His eyes were dark, but the firelight allowed me to notice that his irises and pupils were the same size. It looked as if the white parts of his eyes had been bleeding as they had been replaced by a deep red color that had spread to make the lavender in his eyes a dark shade of burgundy. The veins and arteries around his eyes, especially underneath them, held a prominence like none I had ever seen before. They stood out against his skin like a web of roads on a map. The way I held his jaw caused

She was expecting something like this, I could see it in her expression. I opened the door for her to pass through and saw the symbols glowing, and soon three wires were coming out of the center of her chest, one black, which linked her to me, one yellowish with a touch of red, which is that of her House, the Carnations and a third in a more intense red tone, which is the bond of destiny. Theoretically, everything seems to be in place, as it should be, but Ishtar has more experience in analyzing this because so much can happen. I closed the door as Ishtar approached.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands" My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.

“And you got her red and white carnations.” I frown, not seeing the point. “And?” Yelena raises an eyebrow. “You do know red carnations symbolize deep love and admiration, right?” My lips part in surprise. “Deep love?” I scoff, more irritated than amused by her little revelation. “I didn’t choose them. You’re the one who insisted I send her flowers in the first place. What are you trying to get at?” She bursts into laughter, doubling over at the look on my face. My temper flares, the sharp edge of annoyance cutting through me.

Chapter 12: Some Brotherly Conversations: Knight’s P.O.V: I took a closer look at the bouquet of bright pink carnations in my hand and debated on the color choice I’d made. Red would’ve been too bold, too demanding, and I didn’t want Elena to feel trapped. Pink was the better choice and since the industrially bread carnations no longer have any scent in them, it was safe for Elena to keep it in her room…if it didn’t get flung at my face or the trash can, right after I handed them over.

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."