Feyre Tattoos Novels & Stories

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

Her forehead split open, and blood streamed down her face. Wyatt roared and charged, his iron grip clamping down on my shoulders as he threw me aside. I crashed against Aiden's memorial stone, a sharp pain shooting through my back. But it was nothing, not a fraction of the agony of losing my child. "Faye, you're insane!" Wyatt's eyes burned with rage. "I'll have you before the Alpha King for this! Using healing arts to harm someone is forbidden!" "Report me?" I slowly turned to face him. His words could no longer hurt me.

I pull back and look at her. Her warm amber colored skin glows in the midday sun. Her waist-length braids are pulled back in a high ponytail on the top of her head. Her full lips were covered in a shimmery pink lipgloss and her almond shaped, espresso colored eyes are glittering with excitement. She’s wearing long, black feather earrings and a nosering. I still remember going to the tattoo parlor with her when she got that and I let her convince me to get a tattoo of the chemical structure of selenite, a protection stone, on my upper thigh. That’s a discussion for another day. I step over the boundary line to greet our guests.

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.

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

After I'd left Lucas's office that the day before, I'd hurried straight up to his suite and into his bathroom to stare at it in the mirror. Like I suspected, Gavin's mark was completely gone, and on the other side of my neck, Lucas's mark grew slowly. What started as two dark puncture marks were now two intertwined spirals of what looked like black smoke. It was beautiful. But the real wonder was in my mark that lay on Lucas's neck. Everyone that had seen him had commented on it. His had quickly grown into two wolves curled around a small crescent moon so it looked they were reaching for each other and we're curled up in a circle. Where his two dark punctures lay were two very small stars. I

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

The skin around the new tattoo was red like he had actually sat in a tattoo chair for hours getting it done. “What is it?” He was starting to sound more excited than in pain. “Holy crap. It’s a black dragon with huge wings on your spine in between your shoulder blades.” Ajax answered him looking a bit jealous. “And the four elements around it. Water, Earth, Fire, and Wind.” Wilder sounded amazed as he got a closer look. “It seems my granddaughter isn’t just a regular Fae. She has all the elements.” “Awesome. Now can someone tell me what mine is?” I was exhausted and it was barely afternoon.

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.