Cross With Butterfly Tattoo Novels & Stories

“You see? I have a butterfly of my own!” It was located just to the side of my collarbone, so that it wouldn’t be visible even if I wore short sleeves. It was tiny, but the butterfly was gorgeously inked with wings that were blue at the top that faded to green at the bottom wings. “My middle name is Caria, which is a species of butterfly as well. So I got the tattoo made with special colored ink.” The honk of a car horn told me that my mother was here to pick me up. Shoving the pendant into his hands, I got up from the stairs and dusted myself off.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

“Keep in mind that the man with the butterfly tattoo is the only person you should trust.” Isabella, the moon goddess, herself, has chosen him for you. In the end, he will sacrifice his life to assist and safeguard you. I was unable to comprehend a word she said. “When your paths do eventually cross, you must recognize him because he will protect you with his life and without him you won’t be able to fulfill your destiny.” Whoever he was back then, why wasn’t he here to defend me now that I needed him? A guy with a butterfly tattoo would protect me? My mother spoke in bizarre, cryptic riddles that were always difficult to grasp; after all, she was endowed with the ability to see into the fut

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

He traced the small tattoo on the upper-right side of my chest. “What does it mean?” he asked without taking his gaze off me. His curious face was as mesmerizing as when he was seriously working in the office. I looked down and stared at the rainbow-colored butterfly-shaped tattoo. “A symbol of welcoming a new life and escaping the confines of an asshole.” He gave a small nod, but his expression turned hard. “So, you equate yourself with a butterfly?” I smiled slightly. “I made it to Monaco when we first met!” His gaze dropped to my breasts. His long fingers stroked the underside of my right breast. “Another tattoo?”

A butterfly flew to one of the flowers and it rested there. “Hey danny.” Axel whispered. “Danny?” Rebecca raised her brows. “That’s a weird name for a butterfly.” “I know, right?” Axel chuckled. “I like butterflies a lot and I have a general name for them.” “That explains it.” Rebecca said. “Yeah.” Axel tried to touch it but it flew away. “I want a small butterfly tattoo on my wrist.” “It’s going to be so pretty.” She could only imagine the drawing in her head. “Let’s get it done together.” Axel suddenly suggested.

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.

Much like a scar, everyone creates their own assumptions, but in the end, she is the keeper of the truth. Ash had even told me about a tattoo she designed herself. While I can't say I was thrilled about it, I knew it suited her. Not all tattoos hold meaning. But this one does just that. Her tattoo was a picture of a butterfly that was on fire. The butterfly was struggling to get away. Below the butterfly was an ambigram of Strong and Fragile. So when people first saw it, it would look as though it said strong, but when in reality, she was actually fragile. I couldn't think of a tattoo that suited her more. While I didn't understand the butterfly, I did understand the meaning. All her life, s

He didn't seem to notice my little show though, but his gaze often settled on me. We finally settled on a design; a beautiful, delicate tattoo of a phoenix feather that curled and twisted into the shape of a blooming rose. It was perfect. The phoenix, a symbol of rebirth and transformation, and the rose, a symbol of beauty and growth. "It’s beautiful," I breathed, my eyes wide. "I love it." He smiled. "Good. Now, where do you want it? The location is important. It can make or break the design." I had no idea. "Where's the least painful area?" I asked sheepishly.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.