Flash Potion Bottle Tattoo Novels & Stories

I asked her when she got close to me. "This?" She raised the bottle she was holding. "This is the medicine to make your wound disappear forever," she held out the bottle in front of me. I looked at her in wonder. "Take it and drink it," I slowly accepted it and examined it properly. I was debating in my mind whether to drink it or not. Maybe it's poison or something. "Don't worry, it's not poison. It's a real healing potion, so drink it before your wound gets worse," she said. I nodded to her, hesitantly. I removed the cap from the bottle and drank it slowly. Hmmm! Delicious! Strawberry flavor. I looked at Shantelle who was still smiling while looking at my wound. I looked there too. And I

The sword and pen still hover above me, steady, waiting. In the polished blade’s reflection, I catch my own face—ruined with tears, bruised, broken—but my eyes are still green. Not corrupted. Not black. Still me. But something on my back itches, burns, reshapes. I feel it before I see it—a tattoo forming, alive with magic, stretching across my shoulders and down my spine. A phoenix. Wings spread wide, head thrown back, flames curling around its body like a crown. Ashes to flame. Darkness to light.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

He stood up holding her straddled against him and took her to the bedroom when he felt her dozing off, the poison transferred to her is getting detoxified. He gently laid her down and covered her with a duvet, he pushed the shirt she had on off her shoulder exposing a small but detailed tattoo of a dragon entangled with a Phoenix in a bright red ink shimmering under the ray of setting sun, the tattoo shone for sometimes before fading out slowly. His eyes darkened as the tattoo faded. Raymond!!! *** The two-year-old boy stared at the fish tank from where he sat with kin interest, his finger tapping the armrest in a rhythmic best, he hardly blinked.

It’s something I deserve for myself, and I will get it one way or another. We danced for a few more songs before Garrett says he’s going for a drink. That’s not a bad call thinking about it. I am starting to feel a little parched, so I go with him. The girls have made a variety of different flavor punches. There is cherry, orange, mango and passion fruit, apple and pear, as well as strawberry and lime. “What would you like to drink?” Garrett asks me as we both look over what we both take a liking to.

She’s been walking around telling everyone Alpha Hunter is her mate; it would be some kind of cosmic joke if she got the handsome but untrustworthy Lucas as her mate. “So you think an enforcer doesn’t need to know about this stuff?” Starling answers his question with a question; she turns to the table and picks up a fat bottle with a black stopper, the liquid inside is a deep blue with flecks of brown and green. I’ve seen it before, and I know every enforcer needs a potion like that on them all the time, when they get hurt, healers aren’t always nearby, and sometimes the injuries are too bad for the wolves to heal them. Our sparring teacher probably used this potion when he was injured, whic

malakas na utos ni Urusula sa itim na usok. Ngumisi ang mukha ng itim na usok pagkatapos ay bigla na lamang sumugod sa amin. Ngunit hindi man lang nakalapit sa amin ang usok dahil tila may hindi nakikita na barrier ang humarang sa usok. Napasigaw ang usok na tila ba nasakatan ito kahit na isa lamang itong usok. Nang muling sumugod sa amin ang usok ay magkahawak ang mga kamay na itinaas namin ang aming mga kamay at itinapat sa mukha ng usok. Biglana lamang may lumabas na kulay sky blue sa aming mga noo na galing s amoon tattoo pagkatapos ay itinaboy ang itim na usok. Natalo ang usok at bumalik kay Urusula na siyang may gawa ng kapangyarihang itil na iyon.

I said as he took the bowl before wolfing it down. “Woah there tiger,” I giggled as he set the bowl aside, “Where do you want this tattoo?” He asked as I bite my lip, “On my back,” I replied as he raised his eyebrows, “Okay, and what have you decided on getting?” He asked, causing a smile to appear on my lips, “I was thinking of getting a blossom branch with the word rebirth in Chinese on my side,” I explained causing his eyebrows to raise once again.

I want more. I sit up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only my panties. Scott wet his bottom lip as he stared at my breast, before his eyes connect with the tattoo on my stomach. He stops. "You weren't kidding huh?" He asked, lowering his head to stare at the black paint on my pale skin. "Nope" "My Phoenix" he reads it out, a smile on his face. "You got this for me" He says and I nod. "You didn't have to babe"

Gerald grunted before stepping out of the tent. I pulled myself off the recliner and glanced around the tent. Situated in the corner was an old antique mirror, the kind that could turn and flip. I supposed some things didn’t change. I approached the mirror with my hands firmly clasped over my chest and turned. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the image on my back. I had thought the tattoo would be small, or at least small enough to be unassuming. I had expected a tattoo that sat just below my shoulder, but this had exceeded all of my expectations. Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix.