Forearm Angel Of Death Tattoo Novels & Stories

By the time I lifted my gaze, Elion was already sitting in front of me just like Hael. His shirt was off his body. His back was bare and I saw his tattoo. Unlike Hael's, his were bold, colorful, and very vibrant, stretching from his shoulder blades to his lower back. It was a Phoenix. A big one. With large wings inked in gold, red, and black colours. The beak was open, as if it were screeching. Its talons extended as if it had just risen from ashes. It looked powerful, just like Elion.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

He walked over to where the men gathered and cleared his throat, getting their attention. They all raised their head to stare at him, one by one, a look he had gotten familiar with in their eyes. A look of admiration. He wasn't dressed in a shirt so his heavily tattoed chest and abdominal area were exposed. He had gotten another tattoo after Angelo's death. An eagle on his back and Angelo's name written under it, in Angelo's memory. ***

They both spoke at the same time and they turned to look at each other. "I want you to engrave 'forever, mio amore' on both rings." Adrian said while staring into her eyes. "That is a little cheesy, don't you think so?" "No. È un messaggio a te. Spenderò per sempre con te, il mio amore." (No. It is a message to you. I will spend forever with you, my love.) "Per sempre è una menzogna. Tutti noi muoiono un giorno." (Forever is a lie. We all die someday.)

“That tattoo on your neck was the same as hers. The exact same, no difference. I would remember that tattoo even if I was dead.” I stared, still not knowing what else to say. I had never felt strongly about anything as I’d felt about this. But where was the evidence to prove I might have not been responsible for Zara’s death? And the same tattoo? No one had my tattoo. No one. It was the inking of me as an angel dressed in black and wielding a gun and a knife, and next to it was a star. The word ‘death’ was inked on one of the wings while black stars were inked dripping like tears from the other wing.

And since killing any living creature was forbidden to Angels, the punishment would be their life. Although they were vampires and they only execute them to save humans, they had nothing to do, whether they like it or not, it’s like a curse in their blood. If an angel kills a living creature, they will soon go weaker and weaker each day, until they lose their breath, and no cure could save an angel from their death, NO CURE at all.

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

This time, it’s on me. That’s why in this second life, I wanted to be the brave girl. This time, I promised to face the problem head on even though I was weak. "Is that why another star was added to your tattoo? Because of what happened to Angela?" I asked, placing my hand on top of his. The pad of my thumb caressing his tattoo. "Yes. Right now, I have my two angels from above watching me to go on with life and this time, do it right."

His face was half in shadow, his knuckles bruised from a fight that hadn’t been his but he’d joined anyway. Enzo sat at the edge of the pool table, a wrench in one hand, brass knuckles in the other, his boots stained with grease and blood. Angelo was lounging in one of the cracked leather chairs, his leather vest half-unzipped to reveal a fresh tattoo that stretched across his chest which was an angel with her wings burning. The chatter died the moment I stepped into the room. They knew. Maybe it was the look in my eyes. Maybe it was the silence, the way it didn’t just enter the room it swallowed it whole.

The water hits my back at just the right temperature and I move my hand over my back but then I move my hand to my wrist. I look at it with a sad smile on my face when I see the tattoo I'd gotten. It is an infinity tatoo , in the infinity are two butterflies on either side each one representing the each family member I lost . And the only one I had well that was until my uncle and aunt lived with me in ghe mansion and treated me like their own.