Chrysanthemum Tattoo Men Novels & Stories

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 beg around his smooth lips. He chuckles and pulls me to a full-length mirror. We both stare at my beautiful mark. The crock of my neck has a tattoo of a beautiful crown. Underneath the crown is a capital R. Emmett's mark is very similar. His crown is more masculine, but he also has a capital R. A perfect symbol for our future positions. Emmett runs his fingers over my mark, and I moan. "You are so sexy, Love. Do you realize what you are doing to me," he whispers as he lowers his mouth to my hot skin.

"There are two different kinds. Chrysanthemum and dahlia." "That's amazing work." Almost as if they were living flowers on her skin, there were no harsh black lines. Just pinks, golds, whites, greens, burgundies, and purples. They were so life-like I had to stop myself from leaning down and sniffing them. "What do they mean?" I turned her around so I could see it up close. My nose almost brushing her skin, I saw that the tattoo edged up her spine in a color so close to her skin color, I could have mistaken it for a shadow or something. "It's huge."

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

"It's a crocus; my mum's favourite flower. She says that the best people are like crocuses; beautiful on the outside, but even more precious on the inside." "Your mum sounds very wise," I commented, causing him to nod his head in agreement. "And this is the last, and the most recent tattoo I've got," he turned his other arm around slightly to reveal a sort of tree and mountain landscape on his forearm, his veins flexing with the movement, looking entirely gorgeous. "What's that one mean?" I ran my fingers across the scene. "Nothing really," he chuckled. "I just though it looked cool." "It's freaking sexy" I said before realising what had just come out of my mouth.

tattoo and he had gotten a lot thicker in mass. "Is that a....a tattoo?" I asked not knowing how to feel about it. He had on a white long sleeve shirt so I wasn't able to see it clearly. He then took the shirt for me to see and what I saw surprised me. Kristrin had a few tattoos, one included a phoenix tattoo across his back, a crown tattoo with the word King on top on his left shoulder to the front, more like the collarbone. One of a lion on his right shoulder and a small tattoo of an eye that looked distinctively a lot like mine.

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?"

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."

They both took a moment to stare at each other as Althea's hands trailed on his chest, where a huge tattoo laid on. "Did it hurt?" She asked, her eyes fixed on the tattoo on his chest. "Not as much as you might think," Adam replied. He reached up and gently lifted Althea's face, meeting her eyes. "But the pain was worth it. To me, at least." Althea studied his face, her fingers still tracing the outline of the tattoo. "What does it mean to you?" she asked. "Why did you choose this particular design?" Adam's tattoo was a design of a one-winged butterfly.

I looked from his inked chest, the tattoos on his chest, Caramel was written on his right arm, Roseanna - Momma was written on his other arm. A large Phoenix laid on his chest, I bit my lips harder as I stare at his lower region, Fuck, I think, no, I know I'm gonna die when he ever - fuck - that thing in me, It's fucking huge, Fuck, how on Earth?. . . I don't even know what to think. I walked around him to his back --- partly because I was dying to see his naked fine ass ---, On his back laid. . .nature, there's no other word to describe it other than Nature.