Forearm Feminine Rebirth Phoenix Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

A few seconds later, the man's body relaxed, revealing a dark sun-like symbol from his chest to the right of his torso. "It's done. With the assistance of the solar symbol, I will be able to destroy the remaining packs of the Eastern United Pack under the Eastern Emperor's rule." A vicious gleam flashed in the man's red-black eyes, as he clenched his fists and stared out of the cave. Right at this moment, a bright light flared at the edge of the pond, and a foot stepped out from the light. "Alpha Raguor, we have an emergency!" The owner of the foot rushed out of the light and anxiously cried.

Althea remains by my side throughout the whole process, alternating between chatting with both Bailey and I, and touching me either by running her fingers through my hair or just whispering her words of encouragement into my ears, the pride and certainty obvious in her voice steadying me even more. By the time it’s done, they both help me to sit up then Bailey wheels a kind of mirror towards me— one that brings my nape into view. I catch the reflection of my tattoo, and my breath hitches. The phoenix is perfect—every feather, every line meticulously inked into my skin with the bold yet subtle touches of reds and oranges to depict the flames clinging to the wings of the legendary creature. A

"A phoenix symbolizes hope, rebirth, and strength. This mythical creature inspired me because it shows when your world comes crashing down, you have a chance to do something you couldn’t have done before, that is to rise. You can only be reborn if you’ve known what it feels like to die......I mean to die inside. This design represents all the women out there who have suffered and my next words are for them ...... And when all that was left was ashes, she would again clothe herself in flame. Rising from the dust of her past to rekindle the spark of her future. She was a Phoenix, her salvation; rebirthed, renewed, resurrected.”

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.

However, I realize that I don’t regret it. “All done,” the woman announces, scooting back in her chair and waiting until I sit up. “Do you want to see it?” “Please.” Nodding, the woman hands me a small hand mirror and then leads me to a full body mirror, which I face my back towards. Eyes widening, I let myself take in the large phoenix tattoo that has been intricately inked onto my skin, covering every inch of the horrible scar that I desperately tried to avoid seeing for the past five years.

Zoe's heart skipped a beat as Liam's eyes fell on her. She flinched in fear, her hand still covering her mouth. She swallowed hard and began to move back slowly as Liam approached with a white towel hanging around his neck. She watched in awe as this handsome creature, both gentle and dangerous, approached her. Her gaze carefully detailed everything about him, and suddenly, her eyes fell on the phoenix tattooed on his upper left breast region. He was the typical bad boy she had seen in movies.

“I don’t need it, thank you.” “My babies are going into the biggest fight of their lives. They need to prepare, and so do you. You need a rational mind.” I am about to protest. But Caren flies off with Reed. I take the tablet and swallow it. I lay down and drifted off to sleep. I dream of Pati and Christina. Christina looks well and is wearing a blue dress. She strokes Pati. “Phoenix, you are a descendant of Selene. Your mate is a royal. You should only mark your mate with a goddess’s blessing.” She gives me a sly smile. “But two halves make a whole.” She pulls out two halves of a coin and places them together. A fire element on one and wind on the other. She placed them together. “What does

I don't know if he has tattoos on his back and chest but as much I have seen only his right arm is tattooed and his left arm is free of them. My eyes fell in a the tattoo of a tiny bird. It was small maybe part of a different tattoo but the detailing was impressive. The wings were huge, twice the size of the bird. The way her beak was pointed and the curve of her neck was draw, it amazed me. The only thing I could say was that it had magnificent detailing. "When you got this tattoo made?", I asked while tracing it. "The bird?", he asked. "Yeah.", I said. "It is a phoenix. I got it made after I say Amber. You named her after fire so I thought getting a phoenix made would be the right thing.",

I gasped when the mark appeared as a tattoo not dots from my fangs. “Damon, the mark, it’s a phoenix.” “It is a representation of your spirit. Not all fae have one.” “Do I have the same on my neck?” “Yes.” I almost fell from him, in my rush to the mirror. There was a dragon.

She has wide, bow-shaped lips, a small straight nose, and tattoos on both arms and hands of smoke that starts between her knuckles and swirls up and around her arms. He knows it flows up to and around her shoulders, meeting up with a back tattoo of a phoenix with some flowers, creating an intricate backdrop for the bird. The flowers have the names of those she's lost along the way hidden in their stamens and petals. She cups Kai’s cheek and he sighs, leaning into her touch,