Feyre Tattoos Novels & Stories

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

And yet. "S-Stop this..." she panted. Zalakai's eyes narrowed as he looked her over again. Scars covered her body, but not as dark as the ones on her back. She had said nothing else about admitting her "Father" was the one to cause her harm. He couldn't recall anything about her parents. He knew she was an orphan at a young age, but nothing else from that. Tattoos covered her arms, her chest, her sternum and her neck. Tribal. Old traditional tattoos decorated her throat. Tribal lined her collarbone and sternum. Both of her arms were full of water colored art with what appeared to have proverbs quoted in spots. Her ribs were also inked. Her right side was with a Phoenix and the left side with

Freya retorted and walked into the bathroom. Sarah shrugged and changed into a new set of clothes. Minutes later, Freya walked out of the bathroom, a black towel wrapped around her. “You have a nice tattoo.” Sarah commented, seeing the ink of a moon and cross next to each other, on Freya's collarbone. “It's not a tattoo. It's a birthmark.” Freya corrected, going through the clothes in her side of the wardrobe, confused. After more than ten minutes of searching for something to wear, she settled for a skirt which stopped at her ankle and a crop top.

My wolf - My Nia! A snowy blanket wraps around her body, a golden moon tattooed on her forehead between her lilac eyes telling the world we are Oracles. Something else that shocked me is her fur. Lilac engraving is tattooed all over her body - her legs. She's beautiful. Still, we dance around each other. Dogging claws, tossing bodies. I save as many as I could, and I lose just as much. Freya's army is too big. It goes on for miles - but we're determined to win.

She grinned, but Calla screamed in fright when someone appeared before us. "Freya!!! I glared at her, but the red-haired Fae just laughed, looking at Calla's surprised face. "Hello, Princess. Let me introduce myself. I'm Fteya, I'm Fea, and my power is fire. " I rolled my eyes when she created a ball of fire as big as the basketball ball on her palm. "So boastful are we? " "I'm not. I can create bigger than this, but I'm worried I might hurt Princess Calla. " She said, chin up. Calla giggled and leaned on my ears.

He staunchly adhered to the principle of fairness, refusing to accuse anyone without concrete proof, even if the rumors appeared persuasive. Lost in his thoughts, Ryder was abruptly jolted back to reality when Fenrir emerged from the dense trees that clustered along their path. Fenrir, known for his exceptional skills as a night patroller, approached with a nod of respect to greet Ryder. It was then that Ryder's eyes gravitated toward a peculiar sight—a skeletal tattoo etched on the back of Fenrir's neck. The drawing bore a strange familiarity, an echo from the depths of Ryder's memory that refused to fully materialize.

Thunder intervened. We realized the motive of being here now. We all calmed down and looked for places to relax while I was getting a tattoo. Teagan sat beside me after she prepared all the tattoo equipment. Paisley, on the other side of us, kept looking at me. I raised a brow to ask her. "You look familiar," she said. "You too," I agreed. "You have a friend named Canary?" Straightforward, she asked and straightforward, I skipped a heartbeat. "Canary?" they all said in unison, except me and Rhyme...

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

He cautiously touches the two smaller lines, sending a jolt of electric pain that radiates up my arm again. "I'm sorry," he says immediately as I wince, pulling his hand away from me. "I know it's tender." He takes a deep breath. "But for magic, it has different meanings. There are lesser known associations with power and blood. In astrology, Fehir or Fehu, is signified by Aries, the Ram. Aries is ruled by Mars, the God of War." He pauses, searching me for any sign of understanding in my eyes. "You're trying to tell me this is a badass tattoo," I joke.

His eyes lit up as he asked, “You ready?” I gave a small nod as his hand went to lift the blanket. I peered down and he unveiled my tattoos. Blackened licorice vines weaving into intricate braids. Obsidian ropes wound down my inner thighs, cloaking the scars. Ombre lilies of orange and yellow flaunted in random sequence. Gilded green leaves flitted against my flesh, their color radiating against the darkened vines. The words silenced… like it never happened. “Beautiful,” Kaia’s voice resonated.