Chop Wood Carry Water Tattoo Novels & Stories

They were beta, gamma, and several warriors who joined the hunt that night. "You have a new tattoo?" Ed said while punching Aland's muscular stomach lightly. Aland felt his stomach tattooed with pictures of plant tendrils entwining each other. The tattoo was to cover up the scar from the silver stake Jonea had drawn. A lifetime, Aland will never forget it. He perpetuated the scar with a tattoo. "When did you come back from the border?" said Aland. "You look thinner now. Did Hunter give you too much work there?"

With each movement, his muscles rippled beneath the surface, a testament to his physical prowess. As Axel stood before the mirror, the water from the shower cascading down his sculpted physique, something caught the light just so. It was the tattoo emblazoned across his chest, the name 'Emily' etched in elegant way. With each droplet that caressed his skin, the tattoo seemed to come alive, its glossy surface catching the light and casting a soft glow. The water traced the curves of the inked letters, accentuating their delicate lines and adding a newfound depth to the design.

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.

I whispered, “You were amazing.” He pulled back and beamed at me. “Did you see my roll? And—and how I dodged and flipped him?” “I did! I don’t even think I could have done that,” I laughed, brushing his hair from his face. He puffed his chest. “The warriors say I’m strong. That I’m brave.” I kissed his forehead. “You are. You always have been.” He held up his arm, showing me a fresh tattoo inked onto his forearm. A beautiful phoenix with its wings spread in mid-flight as it stood in flames.

But it was too late, the image was already burned into her mind. His bare chest, glistening with water droplets that caught the soft bathroom light like tiny diamonds. The tattoo, the wolf art across his ribcage, fierce and beautiful, exactly as she remembered it from eight years ago when he'd explained it was his spirit animal. Her fingers tingled with the phantom memory of tracing those inked lines in the dark. But there was something new in his chest, just on his left breast, small and delicate against his tanned skin, was a baby footprint. Tiny toes, a perfect little heel, preserved forever in black ink.

He has a full sleeve bear tattoo inked on his right shoulder that continues till his right hand and connects to it climbing a tree to chest inked on his right shoulder. I wander why he chose a bear. The rest of his chest is covered in a red dragon blowing fire, it has complicated black outlines. It's gorgeous. I take a stand and inch closer to Roman. My fingers trace the patterns and swirls of the dragon. It's a much different style as compared to the others and unique. I wonder why he got it? I meet his gaze. "It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with expe

He looked behind him realizing the danger before running with her in his arms. She tried her best not to shake from the pain as he took her to safety. Once they were far away, he saw a waterfall and she was carefully placed beside the water. She groaned in pain before removing her hoodie, revealing her red bra and the tattoos on her back. "Put water on the wound," she commanded and he nodded his head, ignoring the sight of her body. "Quickly!" she screamed before pressing the wound. He put water on her wounds as she bore the pain. She breathed heavily as he cleaned the blood from her back as he examined the tattoos, not knowing why the design she has decided to pick are snakes wrapped around

The pools of water surrounded them, they were sodden down to the bone and Archer's boots were filled to the brim. Cara stayed in Archer’s embrace for a while, only the sounds of the shower filled the silence. His tattooed arms traced patterns in the water drops that fell along her forearms, attempting to wash the dirt away with it. When he was sure she had stopped crying, he pulled away gently. His fingers drew the outlines of her face, her delicate skin blemished with bruises and dirt. He stared into her cerulean oceans, the dullness hugged at the edges as she blinked back.

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.