Dogwood Flower Tattoo Novels & Stories

OF: Some are flowers OF: I really love my tattoos, but people make me feel OF: Yeah, it's whatever SL: Flowers?!!! OF: Yeah, I know SL: I love flowers!! SL: I dry them in books SL: Your tattoos must be gorgeous, Olivia. Could I see them one day too? OF: If you want to WG: That sounds like some cool tattoos SL: Right? Now I want a flower tattoo as well SL: I can't believe I never thought of getting one

She worked quietly and efficiently, but not too quickly. Despite her anger at being put in this position, and her eagerness in wanting to shift his hot ass off the table ASAP, she found that she actually really cared about making this tiny tattoo beautiful. She pictured the flower as something delicate, with an inner strength and light, that protected it from the icy cold, even as it was trapped by it. She wanted the rose to have grace and power, to have confidence in its own vulnerability.

As he takes Addison’s hand and stands up, Addison glances down the length of his body, eyebrows raising. She had been so distracted while she and Javan were fucking that she didn’t even notice it, but with her shorts off, Javan’s thigh tattoo is in full view. It’s a floral piece, a black and white arrangement of tiger lilies and peonies. It’s gorgeous. The design perfectly accents the curve of his muscular hip. “Your tattoo is pretty,” Addison murmurs. She reaches out and brushes a finger across it lightly. “I always wondered what it was. Especially after all your tormenting.”

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

he said, smiling at her. Dana’s cheeks went red as she turned to his mark, her heart skipping a beat to see the wound had healed up. In its place was a tattoo of a wolf with a flower on its lips, the mark itself looked like it was shimmering a silver grey. Her wolf, her mark. She traced her finger over it, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. "It looks good on you." She said. "Oh yeah? Can't wait to mark you too." He said pulling her close, and kissing her neck softly.

“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,

A few minutes later, ivory frowned; she saw a red dot fast approaching in front of the blue dot. ‘Uhm Anita what does a red dot mean’ ivory asked anxiously. ‘A red dot, it means a creature is fast approaching, you guys better hide’ Anita replied. Natasha noticing ivory’s frown asked. ‘Ivory what’s the matter’? ‘A creature’s fast approaching, we better hide’ ivory says out loud. ‘A creature, how do you know that’ Chevy asked with a frown ‘and even if a creature is fast approaching we can kill it’.

Tattoos are usually an expression of oneself. She hesitates for a moment; I can see the turmoil in her eyes but eventually she nods. CJ comes closer to me and turns around. I grab the back of the tank top and lift it over her head while her arms are crossed in her front. The realistic tattoo is a full-colored piece with an intricate golden bird cage in the center with a wolf’s head howling at the moon, an owl with its wings open, and portraits of a bear, fox and mouse intermingled with beautiful wildflowers. I run my fingers over the tattoo. Tingles touch my fingertips sending pleasure through me, but what gets me more are the scars I feel and not just a few but many scars. Now that I think

I was expecting a mark like a bruise that would never go away, but this was something else entirely. It looked like a tattoo. It is of the wildflower field with two wolves howling facing each other. One is bigger and white, the other is smaller and white, and they both have a small crown above their heads. As I run my fingers over the tattoo, I jump and lift my head and eyes to the figure behind me in the mirror as I hear his voice behind me. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?" "Yes, it is. Is it?..." "Yes, it's my claim on you.”

Danika responded. "Who drew it?" She asked. "I wish I knew. It was visible after I shifted. It was never there before and no one drew it on my body," she replied. The tattoo was the picture of a wolf howling under the moon. "It is beautiful though." "Thank you Ms. Nahigra." She said as she grabbed an apple. "Thanks for the fruits too." She said and got watered by Nicholas again. "Nicholas stop!" She yelled. "Do you know Danika?" Nahigra asked Hoots who was preparing where his wife would lie down to sleep.