Cherry Blossom Tree Tattoo Back Novels & Stories

My maid asked. She had been with me all day long. “Do you wanna take a stroll?” I asked her, and got out from the bed. We headed towards the Blackburn pack garden, a place where only Alpha Harold goes to from time to time. I recall him giving me his badge Incase I needed it as he had forbidden anyone from going there after the incident. There's this cherry blossom tree that grew there every summer. Unlike other trees, this tree has three stages. Pink when it's coming out new, blue when it has Bossomed and brown when it's dying.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

As I work my way down her bruised back my fingers touch over puckered flesh that has been covered by an intricate tattoo of various flowers, none that I could identify other than a rose, with butterflies and hummingbirds. The tattoo was almost the complete width of her upper lower back. It sat too high up to be considered a tramp stamp. She was not the type to have a tramp stamp that’s for sure. This was definitely a work of art. I slowly ran my fingers across the scars. The tattoo did an amazing job of hiding them. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was rubbing my hands all over her body I probably wouldn’t have even noticed them. Now that I have, I’m curious.

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

“That was fast.” “Mom sent me,” I swallow, my heart racing already. “I told her I wanted to get a back tattoo, nothing big, just three butterflies of different sizes lined up in flight and beside each I want the last two digits of mine, London, and Blair’s birth year written. So that's nine five, zero two, and zero six..” He nods once, eyes drifting down my body for a second before flicking back to my face. “Alright, follow me out back, let’s get you set up.”

I couldn’t believe I did that with Marcus watching. I looked at the tattoo on my hand. A black butterfly. I smiled softly. “It’s beautiful.” I tugged my strap a little higher and checked the tattoo beneath it, one I instantly loved. Then I lowered my skirt just enough to reveal the one near my waist. Chris really was an artist. “Let me take a picture of the one on your back,” Chris offered. I looked at him through the mirror and nodded. As he moved toward the table to grab his phone, Marcus’s eyes locked on me. Quiet. Cold. But I could feel the storm behind them.

What a deep connection it must be to meet in this way. "Does she have a red birthmark on her back, like a butterfly, about here..." Chase said anxiously, then pointed to the position on the back. Elliot glanced at him and nodded, "Yes, she even wants to tattoo it into a butterfly." Chase's heart pounded, his eyes hopeful as he looked at Elliot. "Do you think, is it possible that she..." Before he could finish his sentence, Elliot interrupted, "It's possible." Chase felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest.

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.