Feyre Tattoos Novels & Stories

even with my capped sleeve she can see my shoulder is sans tattoo. “I was told to get a discreet one, so it’s disguised on my back.” She looks confused. “What do you mean?” “Apparently, they can work the runes into any pattern or shape, or hide them. Sage designed an amazing phoenix and worked the runes into it. I’ll show you later.” “What?” Her eyes widen. “I just got the boring Task Force circle. You’re telling me I could’ve gotten something nice instead?” I laugh. “Yep. Sorry.” “Man.” She huffs. “That’s unfair.”

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

I gasped when the mark appeared as a tattoo not dots from my fangs. “Damon, the mark, it’s a phoenix.” “It is a representation of your spirit. Not all fae have one.” “Do I have the same on my neck?” “Yes.” I almost fell from him, in my rush to the mirror. There was a dragon.

"It is her!!" Maya squealed with delight and excitement. "Who?" Ameerah asked looking lost. "Mr sage New lover", Maya whispered closing her mouth. "What?! Mr sage New lover?" Ameerah eyes opened in shock and excitement. Maya nodded looking at Faye. Faye stole a glance at them and bend her head playing with her fork. She is very beautiful and so stunning in that baby blue figure hugging dress. She is so much beautiful in person than the site she g****e at home.

maybe the curse on it had settled down when she came into the pack, maybe she was less abnormal. She closed her eyes waiting for her kara to touch the tattoo, she felt shift and go to her back, her hand touched her neck and it felt hot, the same hot feeling that made her weak “ ouch! ” Freya hissed as Kara’s hand shifted away in fear she had damaged Freya’s body “ Freya are you ok!” Kara called to Freya in a panic

I hoped I didn’t need any clothes, since marking usually involves being naked and I liked getting fucking naked with April. Fox took off, following that sweat ass scent of April. She smelled like a type of baby Vaseline. I know it’s fucking weird, but I love that smell. It reminds me of getting a tattoo, I used to rub it on my tattoo’s to make them heal better. Didn’t need it anymorw though, because I got two new ones last week and I healed in a fucking day. One was a tattoo of Princes Leia in a cartoon style. For my own princess. And then I got Leia’s and Oliver’s birthday’s on my arm. I didn’t have much fucking skin left.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

[Faye] A woman sits before me on a simple bench of dark wood, polished mirror bright, gleaming in the moonlight. Her long nails, tapered to points, tap against the hilt of the sword that lay across her lap. It is a grand sword, a ruby the size of a robin’s egg set into a steel pommel. A blue glow emanates from the sword blade, reflecting the moonlight into her face, casting it in a sharp, ghostly relief. She is draped in black leather armor, molded to her form as a second skin. Her hair is an inky red, like cut gemstones, or congealed, dried blood. She is watching me, and as I look up her eyes rest on mine. She has eyes the color of lavender and crushed violets, ringed in amethyst. Her ears,

"Why? I want to—" "Let go, Felix." Noticing the pitch of her voice, I unwrap my arms but Brynn remains with her back turned to me, and feeling daring, I slip a hand underneath the shirt, caressing the smoothness of her back. "I like your tattoo. Why did you get it?"

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.