Black Rose And Dagger Tattoo Novels & Stories

The man said like a maniac. “You are mine only mine.” The man mounted up from the couch while ranting the same line, brushed away everything from the table making them fall on the floor and scattered in many pieces and increased the messed in the room. He then walked in front of the mirror tore his shirt with a jerk revealing his build-up chest but at the left side of his chest right above the position of the heart, there was a heart-shaped tattoo written ‘JACK LOVE ROSE’ inside the heart. The man caressed the tattoo for a few minutes while adorning it with wet and enraged eyes. “I love you, Rose,” and keep on ranting the same line.

I also knew that Rose could possibly be the only person who could calm him down so I decided to let him go. I stood there and evaluated the woman that managed to send Lucifer off on a one-man rampage. There was one thing that I took notice of and that was her manly style of dressing. Her haphazard dressing made her look as if she crawled out of some dingy alleyway or possibly worse. Her arm had a tattoo along the length of it. The tattoo looked to be a set of four aces, ace of hearts, clubs, diamonds, and most importantly, spades. It didn't look professionally done and the tattoo seemed to be fading away.

All of them had a silver hue, yet it was clear that they were not crafted from actual silver. One had a small ruby, another had elegant cursive inscriptions, and another had delicate floral etchings. I couldn't help but admire the intricate artwork that adorned his arm, from his fingers all the way up to his wrist. "What is the significance of this?" I gently ran my fingers over one of the intricate tattoos on his arm. The elegant script, adorned with delicate vines, roses, and lotus flowers, intrigued me, even though I couldn't decipher the Greek letters.

I ask as a smile lights up his handsome face. Looking down he picks up my hand and places right over his heart. “You have bonded our souls together when you gave me the greatest gift last night.” I look down at my hand remembering my spirit telling me that now we will never lose him in this life. Lifting up my hand so I can see his chest. The skin is still puckered and red, but a design is starting to form around the teeth marks. It is a silver rose with the full moon shining down on it. “It looks just like mine but smaller.” I say as my hand touches my collarbone that is covered by my shirt.

I whispered realizing he was not going to make it out of this forest. “Very well, you will be Alpha,” he whispered as he took out a dagger and handed it to me. On it was the inscription of our ancestors, I knew what this was, it was the full moon crest but it had been broken and I had just one half in my hands. But as soon as the dagger landed in my hands, I felt power surge through me like never before, I roared and my roar had changed, a wolf tattoo was imprinted on the whole of my left hand just like that of the Alpha.

The girl in the rain. She had looked so much like the girl in my dream and when our eyes had met, I swear I had felt a spark. There was something so strange about the previous night. I moved the curtains aside and opened the blinds only to notice the tattoo on my upper arm. A red rose! A fucking rose! I stared at it, jaw slackened. What the fuck?

This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it. I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logo of a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.

Then he reaches for the hem of his own shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. I’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times. Memorized every line of muscle, every scar from a childhood he rarely talks about. But I’ve never seen this. Over his left ribcage, directly above his heart, is a tattoo. Fresh, still slightly red at the edges, covered in a thin layer of protective film. A single white rose, rendered in exquisite detail. Petals unfurling, delicate and luminous against his skin. Thorns subtle but present, wrapping the stem in elegant black ink. Beneath it, in small, precise script:

Mirabella I looked through the tattoos.. But nothing matched with what I wanted to do.. "Where do you want to have the tattoo? " Matilda asked.. There is only one place and that is my back.. I want to change those permanent scars.. I can't get rid of them so I'll make them a part of me.. I shouldn't just let these scars pull me behind.. "On my back... " I replied to her before looking at the artist.. "I want a dragon on my back.. Right on my backbone.. Fierce and bloodthirsty.. And each of the other scars should form a branch that blooms into a rose.. Don't forget the thorns.. "

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).