Black Rose And Dagger Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Didn't even draw the curtains. He tore his robe open, revealing a body forged in violence and power. There were no ugly scars like the rumors said. Just perfect lines of muscle, and… A tattoo, right over his heart. It was an intricate design—a black mamba coiled around a thorny rose. And in the center of the rose, two letters were tattooed in elegant script: O.R. Odessa Rossi. My name. My breath hitched. "This is…" My fingers trembled as I reached out. The skin was still raised, the ink barely set.

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe

"He is not very nice to her. I think Arthur's fat head might have affected him," "Dagmar has two mates," "What?" she snorts. "Two? That's a possibility? How would this work?" she asks pointing at my arm. I hold out my right arm where my pack marks are to show her the triskele on my hand. "You have many marks, Alpha Jayk," "The gold ones are marks," I pull my sleeves up. "The colored ones are tattoos. Those I had someone do for me," "They're very pretty," she smiles tracing the gold spirals. "They're all connected. How do we know if we are the gold spiral or the black and red circle?"

Lenora's POV Alpha Zade stood before me, stark naked, his chiseled physique on full display. My eyes darted wildly around his body, taking in the tattoo that covered part of his chest and left arm. His tattoo was the same as the symbol I had seen on the signboard earlier. ‘Two daggers crossed over its forehead, their blades adorned with ancient runes.’ Alpha Zade's tattoo, a symbol of his Pack's heritage, seemed to glow in the room's dim light, a reminder of his strength and authority and power.

My heart stutters in my chest from looking at his beauty, a part of me still unable to understand how we could have gotten so lucky with him. He is absolutely perfect and I could not have asked for a better mate. I can sense Leigh withdraw back in my mind at that thought, but I don’t have time to check on her with so many expectant eyes staring at me. Derrick leans down, giving me a light peck on my lips before pulling back and handing me a beautiful, silver-plated dagger. The artwork around the dagger was beautiful to look at. Intricate lines were carved into the handle in the shape of vines with flowers that I have only ever seen in my dream world. My eyes widen in surprise when I see one

Damian grabbed the opportunity and kissed her fingers which she put on his mouth. Stella hid her face in his chest out of shyness and that's when she saw a tattoo on his chest which made her shocked and surprised too. No words came out of her mouth after witnessing the tattoo. Damian had made a tattoo of Stella's name in heart shape at his chest with a red rose in it. Red roses were Stella's favorite flower. "Do you like it, Doll?"Damian's question made Stella come out of her chain of thoughts. Stella touched his heart and felt every inch of it with closing her eyes.

I've seen Kale and Scott in a fight, and they both got down on each other real good. "Thanks for standing up for me" I tell Kale. "It's no problem. Scott would've probably had him six feet under by now" Kale said with a chuckle and I smile. "What're you getting?" I ask him, referring to the tattoo. "A skull" Kale grinned and I chuckled. "That's creepy" "There's no non-creepy tattoo to ever exist" Kale justifies himself. "A rose tattoo isn't creepy" "Yeah... untill you see blood dripping from it" he says and I cringe. Scott's Rose has thorns on it, and beside it, a heart. I guess all Tatts are creepy.

Scarlett’s POV Draco rose early these days, always before me and always bare chested, moving slowly around the room like he was putting up a show for me. At first, I tried not to, I stayed still with my eyes half closed in a fake sleep. But I watched him anyway, every morning. There was something about the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin as he stretched, the scars on his back that I wanted to trace with my fingertips. The tattoo ink that curled along his spine like a serpent, the way he usually stood at the window looking at the grounds.

After the period of darkness, we emerged at a tunnel-like exit; the exit was surrounded by few rocks & light broken-off concrete, three blue roses and one black rose. "Hey, I thought you said these were extremely rare," I said while pointing at the blue roses. "They are. Why is that the first thing you ask about?" Valkon responded. "What do you mean? It’s a valid question. I’ve also never seen a black rose before," I argued. “It sprouted from all of the dark magic surrounding this place. Black roses are a symbol of dark magic or ritualistic practices; it’s not surprising to see it growing here,” he explained.