Crown Of Thorns Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

he said, scooting forward on the cushion. Trey had a new tattoo, a black Chinese dragon a bit smaller than Zane’s hand running up the left half of his abdomen. This was no press on. The skin around the design was pink from healing. The dragon’s tail curled around the hefty base of Trey’s erection, the final pointy tip extending onto his penile skin on the underside. Zane’s breath hissed in at the thought of artist’s needle shooting ink into him there. Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother.

He set it on the table between us and opened it. Inside were sketches. Dozens of them. A design for a full back piece that was breathtaking in its complexity. A phoenix rising from flames, wings spread wide across the shoulder blades. But woven through the feathers were geometric patterns, sacred geometry, mandalas. And beneath the phoenix, falling figures that morphed into abstract shapes before reforming at the base of the spine. Death and rebirth. Destruction and creation. Chaos and order. It was stunning. Possibly the most beautiful tattoo design I'd ever seen.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

I bite my lip as I take in his bare chest, the tattoos on him look like they were inked by a god. Each of his existing tattoos are flawless, the one that catches my attention every time is the crown tattoo, I have never seen any like it. The crown has a flame where the biggest stone on it should be placed and it burns brightly in my vision everytime I see it, as if it were a 4D tattoo. I always feel like I have seen it somewhere before, like I know what it represents and I have the clean sheet to the history of the tattoo on my fingertips but it slips away everytime. My second favourite is his sleeve tattoo, it is a tribute to his sisters.

“So have you got a design in mind?” I hand him my piece of paper showing him the design I found online. When I had gone searching, I had a couple of ideas in mind, but when I saw this tribal design featuring two emperor penguins bowing their heads together to form a heart, I just knew that was exactly what I wanted on both wrists.

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.

Colin asked, taking her other hand, making her turn fully towards him. “I feel fine. Why?” she asked with furrowed brows. “I already marked you.” He smiled and held up her hand. All our jaws dropped. On the inside of her wrist was what looked like a new tattoo. It was a very delicate design of lace with jewels made to look like they were hanging down towards her fingers. It was all in the shape of a crown with a soft blue flame behind it. “How did…” She started but he finished her thought for her. “I know that you wouldn’t reject me? When you were telling your sister about not being worried about the whole mixed species thing.” He shrugged.

It was colored black and red, as if blood was inside the glass, with a crown on top surrounded by thorns. I knew it. I had seen that tattoo before. “What’s this drawing, Aya?” I asked as I flipped through her sketchbook. She liked drawing sometimes when she got tired from studying. It was good that she had a creative outlet like this. Burnout was no joke. “Ah, it’s my girlfriend’s tattoo. It’s cool, right?” She smiled as she looked at the drawing. “That’s why the moment I saw it, I remembered it right away. The design is so unique. It looks intimidating as hell.”