Cross Stitch Tattoo Novels & Stories

I said. "Much more," Marisol said. "The spiral is already being used in posts about Hidden Stitch. People are drawing it. Tattooing it." She paused. "Three people have already gotten it as a tattoo." I looked at the phone. At the spiral. At Noah's caption. At seventy three thousand. "He designed a brand symbol that people are tattooing onto themselves," I said. "He's five years old," Marisol said. "And yes." I put the phone down.

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?"

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

"Yep. But why is there a bandage on your shoulder?" He grinned. "I didn't think it was fair for you to get pierced without me having something painful done. So I got this." He peeled back the bandage to show her the tattoo. Clearly visible, even with the skin around it an angry pink, was a red and black Celtic knot in the shape of a heart.

SCARLETT Her hands moved steadily, wrapping the last bandage around my shoulder. Her touch was firm, precise, but I didn’t miss the way her breath caught when she brushed the ink etched into my skin. Her fingers froze. “Scarlett…” I stiffened. “What?” Her hand traced the mark just below my collarbone, where the edge of the bandage left it exposed. A black tattoo, shaped like a crescent blade tangled with thorned vines. I had almost forgotten it was there.

Later, I heard that Timothy had gotten injured during a basketball game and broken a bone. The fear hit me so hard that I immediately bought a cross-stitch kit and made this good luck charm for him myself. Back then, I truly believed that a needle and thread could stitch two people's futures together. I believed that if I embroidered it neatly enough, he would truly be safe wherever he was. On the back, I'd secretly stitched my own name, too. I didn't dare let my parents know I had a crush—let alone that it was one-sided.

She could never have imagined that the brushes in front of her had been intended for guests. When the fog faded from the mirror, she opened her eyes and swore at her reflection. She could see the red and purple marks of the hickeys he had given her on her chest and neck. Then she put a trembling hand at the base of her neck. A kind of black tattoo had taken shape there. Three parts stood out. At the top stands the head of a black wolf baring its fangs. Then, behind the head of the animal, a crescent moon was drawn. And finally, just under the wolf's mouth, two elegantly intertwined letters: M.B.

It was the tattoo on his raised hand that captivated him. Zooming in with the binoculars on Paolo's hand, a curse escaped him, and he quickly concealed himself near a wall as Paolo turned his gaze toward the building. Blaze lingered there for a while, not daring to come out. He couldn't be sure if Paolo had spotted him, but Blaze was certain that someone was watching him. Alessia, Janice, and Paolo retreated indoors, causing Blaze to exhale in relief. His thoughts circled back to the tattoo. He'd seen it before—an eagle with a cross encircled by a wolf. He was certain of that, but Blaze couldn't place where.