Forearm Dove Tattoo Novels & Stories

He stares at my arm, at where the sleeve of the jumper I’m wearing is rolled up enough and his eyes focus right in on where the tattoo is. I paid a small fortune for that tattoo. It’s a phoenix. It felt almost poetic at the time although I’d admit now it’s a bit cheesy. Its wings are inked into flames. It stretches over my forearm, not too big, but it covers what he’d done. How he’d marked me.

I whispered, “You were amazing.” He pulled back and beamed at me. “Did you see my roll? And—and how I dodged and flipped him?” “I did! I don’t even think I could have done that,” I laughed, brushing his hair from his face. He puffed his chest. “The warriors say I’m strong. That I’m brave.” I kissed his forehead. “You are. You always have been.” He held up his arm, showing me a fresh tattoo inked onto his forearm. A beautiful phoenix with its wings spread in mid-flight as it stood in flames.

But on taking a closer look at her face, I was met with strikingly siAmayar features with that of Dove. Her pouty lips, however, were definitely siAmayar to Hawk's. The man who stood beside her, also had a siAmayar aura to hers. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was really huge. No kidding, he made the woman look like a kid even though she seemed just around the same height as I was – 5'8. His hair was a matching shade of brown as Hawk’s. However, unlike Hawk’s, which was in a low cut, his was long and knotted in a ponytail. He wore a black, sleeveless shirt which I feared was a size too small; given how it seemed like it could rip off his body at any second. Both his arms we

Maxwell tightened his arms around her and sighed. "You know what, I wasn't ever going to tell you this but you remember you had asked me whether those gifts I got for you on your birthday and these studs were custom-made and I denied it. Well, the truth is, they were really custom-made just for you as the icon in each of them reminds me of you. It's like your symbol. See that beacon icon on the pendant and bracelet? It signifies hope, just like you. Just like you bring hope into our gloomy lives. Then on the studs is an inscription of a dove which symbolizes peace, purity, fidelity, love, gentleness, spirituality, grace, luck, new beginnings and so on. All in all, it symbolizes you. Because

His body doesn’t seem like a nineteen-year-old high schooler but they look like someone who is just matured enough. I can see his back inked with the beautiful pair of doves sitting on a tree. With his personality, it looks absolutely absurd to see him with tattoos of the dove. Aren’t the dove the peace-loving birds? Why would be they inked on a guy who hates the peace and always want violence in his life?

A tingling sensation issues, and only after it passes and I start to breathe again do I realize I ever stopped. Sigmond lets go of my hand, and I pull back the sleeve to see something akin to a tattoo, swirls and intricate details stained on the inner side of my forearm, all the way near the elbow. I trace a finger along the shimmery ink. It’s beautiful. “It’s done,” I look at Sigmond to find that he’s doing the same, tracing gentle fingers on where his own mark is This vow, the tattoo— I’m sure, it can’t be a trick. I practically sag under the weight of my relief. I finally have something of an ally now. I can get home safely.

It felt so surreal that I was here with such a man. “I’m so what?”He probed. I sighed and changed the subject. “Why do you call me little Dove?” He stared at me,intently.”A dove was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw you in that art room that night.You had looked so pure and…and you had this calming vibe,this refreshing vibe.And when I laid with you that night,I felt so much peace that I couldn’t even understand.Perhaps,it’s because peace is one of the things a dove symbolizes.Anyway,you’ll always be my dove.Do you not like it that I call you that?”

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

I added. He blinked a few times. I avoided his gaze. I continued to carefully wipe his wound. As all the blood finally disappeared from his arm, I noticed a large tattoo on his upper biceps. I gently touched it. I didn’t know tattoos could suit someone. It’s a large dragon that covers his forearm. It suits his brown skin perfectly. I looked up at him. He just looked at me quietly, and for the first time, I saw emotion in his eyes. Tiredness. That’s what I see in those unique eyes.

“Since when do you voluntarily share me on our dates?” Jude just grinned, one sharp canine pressing down into his lip. He leaned lazily against the back of the Jeep, black hair tousled from the wind, scar catching in the light. The sun highlighted the swatches of ink along his arms. I itched to peel his shirt back and see the newest addition to his collection—the dove tattooed right over his heart. My dove. “Coven bonding,” he replied.