Dogwood Flower Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

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?"

“I just think there are better tattoo ideas. Especially for Liviana, who would really suit a rose tattoo or one of a lily- her favorite flower. Isn’t it your favorite flower?” Liviana, who hadn’t been paying attention to the two’s bickering, hums as she turns. “Sorry?” “Lilies?” “The- Uh, flower?” Liviana asks with a furrowed brow. “Yes, the flower.” Violet nods. “What about them?” “They’re your favorite, aren’t they?” She asks. Livi nods. “Oh, yeah. They’re really pretty.” She says, a smile as she agrees that they were her favorite flower. “And wouldn’t a tattoo of a lily be better than that of a bird?”

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

I narrowed my eyes angrily. " Calm down wolf boy, I didn't take her, not exactly tho, more like I was doing my job, they took her " Flora sighed. " They?, Who? " Anna and the rest walked over to me " The sister's on red " She opened her shirt's button exposing a tattoo on her wrist, It looked like some sort of carving. Anna and I exchanged glances, where the same people that tried to attack her when she was having her first transformation. " I Know this sign " Heedah blurted out inspecting the tattoo on Flora's wrist.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

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.

The tattoo, an indelible mark on his skin, became a symbol of our enduring connection, a visual anchor that soothed his mind in the midst of challenges. The evening breeze carried with it the echoes of our shared history, and in Logan's gaze, I found a reflection of a love that had weathered the tests of time and distance. The tattoo on his arm became not just an image but a testament to the resilience of our connection, a love story etched in ink and whispered confessions beneath the vast expanse of the night sky.

We sprinted across the street, the bell above the door of INK jangled aggressively as we walked in. The place was exactly what you’d expect, loud rock music, neon signs, and a guy with more piercings than teeth cleaning a needle gun behind the counter. He glanced up, taking in the sight of two women, "What can I get for you ladies?" the artist asked, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. "We do not do flash art here, and no, we won't tattoo your dog." "It's for a friend," Claire announced brightly, pointing to me. "She needs a small, single-letter tattoo. Very personal. Very delicate. Immediate appointment preferred. We're on a tight schedule."

She had to clarify what she meant when he gave her a look of suggestion. “First, Brindle’s privates were never private.” He had to chuckle at that clarification. “And second, the tattoo was like a black rose with red blood drops falling from it.” Madison dropped the cup she was holding. “What did you say it was?” If she had heard him right, that could only mean one thing. “A black rose with little tear-shaped blood drops falling from it. Why?” He felt the anxiety of his mate once she comprehended this information. “Madison, what does that mean?” He gripped her by the arms so that she would turn to look at him.