Black Carnation Tattoo Novels & Stories

"There are two different kinds. Chrysanthemum and dahlia." "That's amazing work." Almost as if they were living flowers on her skin, there were no harsh black lines. Just pinks, golds, whites, greens, burgundies, and purples. They were so life-like I had to stop myself from leaning down and sniffing them. "What do they mean?" I turned her around so I could see it up close. My nose almost brushing her skin, I saw that the tattoo edged up her spine in a color so close to her skin color, I could have mistaken it for a shadow or something. "It's huge."

Sick sick sick Morana, so sick. ‘Oh but we’re not sick. Just look at him.’ My wolf purred along my dirty thought. Running my gaze through the tattoos drew on him, that beautified his manly appearance, my mouth watered at the sight. At his upper trunk around his neck was a crossed feathery tattoo, with the word “Pure” written and carved underneath. Visible from the sides of his shoulder was the bottom of a rose flower that was drawn up his broad shoulder. His arms, the both of them were covered in different tattoos, ones my eyes could caught. There was a splitted dagger among the drawings, a broken heart, a crescent moon, marks I have no idea what it represents.

she commented. He looked up at her. “What?” “The tattoo,” she smiled. “Do you still remember what it stands for?” he asked. “I’m your nymph, which you got from the Greek Mythology nymph Calypso. You got it in that colour because it’s the colour of my eyes, which are your favourite thing about me. You made them loop the y to make a heart because I’m the only one who holds your heart. The paw signifies the pact we made that we would never let any wolf truly rule over us...” she trailed off.

My crystalline blue orbs slowly fell on his perfect amber pair and he was indeed there, wearing a huge smile. "Cameron!!" Instantly, I closed the distance between us, using my vampire speed. I raced into his large arms that were pulled wide open to receive me. My hands clamped around his neck and I felt his hands move gently on my back, pulling me closer to him. "Cam." I kissed the skin of his neck where the mark I had placed on him stood, it was inked in red and had the shape of a small carnation flower. It was a rare and special kind of flower that symbolized our bond and reminded us of our lost daughter.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

Red Carnations were planted all over the place signifying their Sicilian pride I suppose, the Red carnation is Sicily’s National flower, which I read in one of Marcel’s books I had found luckily before we had come. A humongous fountain sat in the middle of the drive with an interesting statue of a naked man holding a bow and arrow that sat in the middle with water sprouting from the statues open mouth, looking fierce and ready to kill, it is a suitable decoration I suppose, but a bit too much for me. Marcel comes up behind pushing me to start walking to enter the house, waking me up from my gaze of admiration of the mansion. Several men come out of what looks like a side entrance, and start

"But I recently learnt that they do, and I decided to learn about them." "That's so cute and very unusual coming from you." She smiled. He picked out one flower and gave it to her. It was a carnation flower, the lighter shade of red. "I was told that carnation flowers often symbolizes fascination and distinction. You know that I am endlessly fascinated by you. And yes, you are different, rare, and I am lucky that you are mine." Luciana watched him speechlessly, seemingly unable to react. He then picked up another flower and gave it to her. It was a violet flower.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

“We’re headed back to the packhouse, but I wanted to get an appointment for my back piece. What… uh, what are you getting a tattoo of?” “A rose and a dagger.” Carly says for me. “Any special meaning?” He leans a hand on the door frame. I can’t tell if he’s amused or annoyed. “Over the past year, I’ve learned the beauty of the journey is worth the danger.” Why does telling him feel like I’m exposing a big secret? “What’s more beautiful than a rose or more dangerous than a dagger?” “And it will look something like this,” Cason interrupts the awkward interaction. I gasp at the drawing. It’s better than what I explained. It’s exactly what I imagined. “Th-that’s it. It’s perfect.”

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.