Carnation Flower Tattoos Novels & Stories

Soon a mark blossomed from the blood on his neck and it was magically imprinted on his skin in red. He sighed in immense pleasure. 'Fuck! What was that?' 'Take a look' I said through the matelink. He grabbed the table mirror and took a glance. 'What is it? It's beautiful. Is it a flower?' He gushed through the link. I nodded. 'It's called a Carnation flower' I trailed on the small red flower on his neck. 'When I was held captive by Darwin and didn't have my magic with me, that was the first thing I was able to do with our child's magic that seeped through me' I smiled. 'It's only because of this child and it's magic I could attempt to escape'

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

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?"

Elizabeth My fingers worked their way down his shirt till I was done with the last button. Our lips are still playing tangles. He pushed away a little as the material fell to the floor. I drooled at his body. Eren was on the leaner side but he was very muscular. What got my attention was the tattoo of a burning rose on the left part of his chest . It was huge and it spread across his torso in thorn bushes. The person who did this might as well drawn a whole garden on him.

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

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.

It's simple, yet, captivating. It features the Italian flag in colour, a black and white rose, rosary beads entwine with the stem and thorns, and the Esposito name is carved into the rose's shaded knuckle busters that rest beneath the rose with a single petal beside it. "I'm going to cut this from your body," I tap the scalpel against his tattoo, "And I'm going to keep it as a souvenir in my husband's family home." I sneer with a wicked smile playing on my lips.

"Miren, I know you are probably under the impression that if you can successfully enrage me, then you will be able to get what you want, but you are wrong. I will not, under any circumstances, let go of your hand. Miren was the only person in the lilac greenhouse where she was sitting. In this place, there was neither wind nor the song of birds; rather, there was just a stand of tall, solitary lilac trees. The tops of the branches are covered in a stunning curtain of purple flowers that hang in long strips and form a curtain-like formation. The color is pristine and alluring, and it stands for an everlasting love combined with the desire to spend the rest of one's life by the side of the per