Black Carnation Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.” Creighton’s eyes lit up as he reached for the elastic band, raising an eyebrow at her. Sandra’s blush deepened as she nodded, and he slowly pulled them off her body. His hands froze, looking at the hidden message, smiling at her brightly. Chang moved in to snap a few additional photos, while Creighton stared, speechlessly at her hairless body. In dark sapphire blue ink, just above the slit of her labia, CWA was tattooed across her pubic area, a pair of handcuffs connected the first and last letters. Creighton looked into her face with awe…she had branded herself as his, forever.

Dante knew my favourite flower and knew floriculture was my hobby, that’s why he had these attached; he realized only I would figure out the significance behind them: Yellow carnations signify disdain, white carnations signify death and Aconite, also known as wolfsbane and is incredibly poisonous - this flower signifies revenge. Disdain, death and revenge. What was Dante trying to tell me? “Isn’t it lovely, Sienna? He even knew sunflowers were your favourite!” My mother says and I try to push the fear down with a smile. “It’s beautiful,” I reply, and my mother dabs the corner of her eyes before straightening her back and pulling the veil over my face. I take the corner of my veil and tear a

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Jessamine wanted to pull her hand away, but Thaddeus tightened his grip so much that she felt a jolt of pain. As they pushed and pulled, they heard the sound of something ripping. The sleeves of Jessamine's clothes were torn. Thaddeus was stunned to see the tattoo on her shoulder. It was a picture of a Red Spider Lily. If he looked closely, he could see the indents of a horrifying scar hidden in the petals. The red spider lily was a flower that symbolized death and rebirth, a fitting symbol of Jessamine's situation.

He leaned forward and laid his head in the crook of my neck. “Kitten,” I could hear him muttered, but I ignored him. I needed to see the rest of the tattoo. There was a blooming red Ipomoea alba painted on Elijah’s bicep. The black ink flooded from the flower and stopped at his forearm and collarbone. I recognized this flower all to well. This flower wa why I was taken from the mortal world. Away from my mother. It was a moonflower, the only flower that blooms and grows in moonlight. It was like a rose in the werewolf community; it was recognized as a symbol. That tattoo belonged to enforcers of the otherworldly access office.

she explained "Now the flower below the ocean is a lotus flower and it symbolizes purity, renewal and eternity while the combination of red and white roses on my upper arm symbolize unity," she finished pulling away to look at me and I there staring at her in appreciation, not really expecting to hear such a beautiful explanation. "What?" she asked smiling and I released a small laugh. "Nothing you just surprised me," "Meaning?" "I didn't expect the meanings behind your tattoos to be so," I started pausing not really being able to find a word to describe what she had just expressed.

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Then he walks around the car to slide in behind the wheel. "Nice tattoo you got there ... if one above the ass is a tramp stamp, what is that one called". My eyes rest on the drawing that starts between her breasts and spreads out into a beautiful rose under them. She lets her fingers slide down over the tattoo. "It's a 'I'm a bad ass bitch stamp'" "Well the bitch part fits perfectly". I can't stop staring at her fingers caressing her skin. Damn no doubt she has the upper hand right now. My body is almost unable to contain the desire.

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"