Dogwood Flower Tattoo Novels & Stories

“We have to run now.” I dig my hands into his pocket, pulling out the dried flowers I hid there last night. “You kept these?” My voice breaks as he crushes the dead flowers. Dust falls between us. Thorns dig into his palm, and blood hits the shattered glass beneath our feet. “I know this is your favourite petals, so I planted new ones every spring.” His fingers unbutton his shirt as moonlight cuts through the window, painting stripes on his bare chest. Over his heart, my childhood face is tattooed into his skin.

"It's a flower tattoo, the color is striking and the shape is distinctive, the flower crown expands like a claw-" Alpha Darren squeezed the gun he was holding. "It's a flamboyant flower, the emblem of Pack Delonix, taken from the Greek delos meaning striking and onyx meaning claw. Fred couldn't possibly work alone because he knew there would be no one brave enough to rebel with him. So he teamed up with Stevan, the masked men are members of Pack Delonix, that's why they're wearing masks." "This is bad, very bad." George wrung his hair in frustration. "He might have done something to Diana. Oh my God!"

“Oh my Goddess, yes, we so should.” Otto wanted to run his hand down his face, as his friends would. He doubted that he would be the last wolf to have wondered what had happened to Nora since no one had heard from her. He had a tattoo on his right shoulder, a Moon Lotus flower. He had it done two years after he couldn’t find her; he had noticed she used to draw them in the margin of her notebooks. He asked her once what it was for she told him it was a pack tradtion it was to allow the Goddess to see that these who marked their work with is to see that they had learned her teachings. He had it done to show the Goddess he had learned from his mistakes and the pain that he had caused. Instead,

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

She gasped and covered her mouth. Alejandro looked at her. “That tattoo. How did you get it?” she asked. “From a tattoo artist?” “It's a wolf.” “No, a dog. The symbol of The Lucien Brothers,” he stated but Avril did not believe him. She did not want to believe Alejandro was completely ordinary, even though he was.

She slowly started walking her fingers across my chest and tracing my tattoos. “I like these.” She said as she continued to trace them. I had the wilderness I love tattooed across my chest and arms. Bear, deer, birds, owls, rabbits, badgers and of course wolves all amongst the trees and forest that they lived in. “Oh yeah. What is your favorite?” I asked lightly.

The cherry blossom flower prints were printed on Miren's white skin, and they were extremely beautiful. She couldn't contain herself any longer and started wriggling up and down. She felt her secret spot gushing out a steamy liquid, and Miren really wanted to take Dylan's big thing. She clutched at Dylan's arm as he deliberately stroked nonchalantly over her body. Miren moaned as Dylan tamed at her feet. She couldn't contain herself any longer and started wriggling up and down. Miren begged him in a hushed tone, lowering her voice.

“I’m going to have to agree to the fucking tattoo she wants me to get.” “She wants you to get a tattoo?” I asked. This was news to me. Kam sat up and nodded. “It’s one of the things she likes from her books. When two wolves mate, they bite each other and leave a mark on the base of the neck. She wants to get matching tattoos since there’s no magical healing in real life.” I had to laugh at that. “That is so, I was going to say ridiculous, but it’s actually kinda cute! Are you that serious about Rose?”

Alexander turned sharply, irritation flaring—then stopped. In the man’s palm lay a small black box, no larger than a matchbox. Its surface was matte, faintly warm, as though it had just been held. Etched into its lid was an intricate crimson carving. A red spider lily. The flower seemed almost alive in the low light—its petals curved like flames, blooming darkly, violently, like blood against black stone. Alexander’s breath stilled. He recognised it instantly. The same pattern. The same unmistakable design as the tattoo on her back.

special. "Just you?" I don't know if that's an answer or a question. He just grinned and went straight to the monitor. "What design do you want?" I thought about it, and I decided to have the Gladiolus flower tattooed on me since it typically symbolizes honor and remembrance. But it has many other meanings too such as: Strength of character. Faithfulness, sincerity, and integrity. It's just so perfect for me. "Gladiolus. You know that?" My answer.