Black Carnation Tattoo Novels & Stories

The gentleness of a demon. Most people wouldn’t get such a tattoo, given its ominous symbolism. "You’re interested in this?" Carl looked down at her, his sickly appearance unable to mask his innate beauty. Amelia could sense it—the closer he got, the more unsettled the three spirits became. Even hidden within the violet jade and copper coin, they trembled. There was nothing visible to the naked eye, yet in that instant, Amelia felt an overwhelming surge of murderous aura. "I was born with it," Carl said casually, tilting the umbrella slightly toward her. "Apparently, it scares a lot of people."

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

He asked as he breathed out his smoke. I take off my jacket and my shirt to show him my tattoo of the Criemsons. The tattoo shows a blood sword that encircles with vipers and roses that symbolizes our gang or mafia name. I swiveled to indicate my identity while his ladies gape at me like the last cupcake in a bakery they wanted to devour. "Holy mother of great mercy" He grinned. "Now can we converse interaction?" I asked before I put my clothes in and I know his kittens will groan for consuming clothes.

The place was serene and calm, a bit too calm. Caroline opened the door and slid out of the car with Alex’s help when she saw that he wasn’t moving, she narrowed her eyes. “ Come out, Carter.” He closed his eyes and took a sharp breath before he got out of the car and followed Caroline and Alex. The two brought white lilies from the nearby shop and Carter smirked shaking his head. There she goes running her head and forcing her own will upon someone else once again, Cruz didn’t even like white. In fact, he detested it, his favourite was red and he loved everything that had to do with red, he once told him a f*cked up thing about himself and that - he absolutely loved the colour of blood, th

And then I noticed a snake tattoo, elegantly etched onto his body. He got tattoos? Lucian isn’t a fan of tattoos. The black snake tattoo on his shoulder was truly a work of art. The texture of the snake's skin seemed to leap off his shoulder, giving it a lifelike appearance. The snake's eyes were particularly captivating, as they were jet black and seemed to stare right into your soul. Its gaze was intense and piercing, adding to the overall power and presence of the tattoo. Moving down his arm, another striking tattoo caught my eye. A beautiful rose adorned his skin, with delicate petals and intricate shading. The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lif

Her perky breasts pressed firmly into my tattooed chest, nipples hard as diamonds. “Oh God, Kael…” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “You’re so big… stretching me…” I watched her face as I fed her another inch, then another. Her hazel eyes rolled back slightly and her lips parted in silent ecstasy. Guilt and overwhelming lust warred across her expression, mirroring everything I felt inside. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. But nothing in my life had ever felt more right. I was finally claiming what had teased me for years. My sister’s best friend. The innocent-looking curvy girl who turned into such a needy slut for me.

I chuckle and turn around. " Yeah , yeah , i get it. Kennedy gift it to me on my last birthday. I sorta liked it." He smiles and turns around. There's a ghetto like picture at the back. It's just a head shot and he's got Arabic tattoos on his neck and a stick of cigarette on his mouth. Carter is spelt on top of the picture. Its beautiful and I bet that picture is kinda Gray. Gray turns around and shrugs. " She's a psycho." He says.

She has wide, bow-shaped lips, a small straight nose, and tattoos on both arms and hands of smoke that starts between her knuckles and swirls up and around her arms. He knows it flows up to and around her shoulders, meeting up with a back tattoo of a phoenix with some flowers, creating an intricate backdrop for the bird. The flowers have the names of those she's lost along the way hidden in their stamens and petals. She cups Kai’s cheek and he sighs, leaning into her touch,

“I’ve never counted. At least three.” Her hand glides over my chest, slow and grounding, drifting downward — anchoring me to the present, to being alive, to her. And for the first time in a long while, the demons hesitate. “Is this where the iron went through you?” she asks after a while, her voice barely louder than a breath. Her fingers trace the tattoo on my hip, slow and reverent, following the ink that hides the scar beneath it. Two laurel branches — a symbol for her name — curve like angel wings, delicate yet strong at the same time. And a tiny heart.

She was on her bed with another while one boy was sitting on my bed and another was standing by the window in the middle of both beds. All of them had their eyes on me the moment I stepped inside, and they looked like I was interrupting something, like I shouldn't even be there. And the boy on my bed didn't even look like he was getting up anytime soon. He had spiky purple hair that was obviously dyed. It was shaved at the sides, almost to his scalp and longer at the top. I didn't like dyed hair, mom was against it. He also had piercings, a nose piercing and two on his left eyebrow. His clothes were all black and gothic looking. My mom wouldn't approve of him, at all. The boy by the window h