Cross Stitch Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

As I turn one of them over in my hand, I notice some kind of pattern of tiny pin-prick-sized holes on the inside. “Here, let me,” Taylor says, gently grabbing one of my wrists. He quickly fastens a cuff on each wrist, adjusting them so that they sit comfortably. He then takes my wrists and puts them together so that they are facing upwards and when I glance down I immediately see what the pattern is; an exact replica of the emperor penguins tattoo that I wanted with one on each wrist bowing to each other to form the shape of a heart. “I had them especially laser cut the pattern so these are entirely unique; you are the only person in the world to have a pair like this,” Taylor says softly.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

Baz waggles his eyebrows. Home. It’s a weird word now. If—when Estrella’s plan works out, Dun’s Crossing won’t be my home for long. She needs an Alpha in Sundrop Gem, not a three-day trip across the Lonely Sea. I’ll have a whole new palace to learn. Every time I think that, it feels like knocking on a false wall. Something echoes, hollow and not quite right. I stare down at my hands on the wood of the bow instead. Barely visible against my pale skin, a white tattoo rings my pinkie finger. It’s a Sundrop tradition for married, but not yet mated couples, so we had to get them in secret.

I grip Izzy’s hands as the sensation increases and witness the intense purple around her body fade into the same white around mine. I suddenly feel a slight burning on my neck at the junction of my shoulder, but I can feel the burn moving. It reminds me of that tattoo I secretly got when I was sixteen. At the same time I feel this burn on my neck, I can see an image appearing on Izzy’s neck. Lines are being drawn on her skin as her marking sigil slowly appears until it takes the form of what kind of looks like half a love heart with an S going through it and two dots in the centre. I wonder what the one on my neck looks like.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

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.

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”