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

“No matter what I did to gain his attention, he never looked at me like he looked at you, his eyes never held that joy it does when he sees you, he buys you gifts and gets me nothing, he gives you hugs and kisses but finds it hard to even hold my hand. Even when I make dad take me to his house so I can spend some time alone with him, all he talks about and bores me to death with are stories about you. “And when dad told me he discovered what the phoenix mark looks like, a chance for me to finally get my dream, for our family to cement its name in the history books forever, I took it. I endured the pain of such a huge tattoo branded on me as a child,” Carmela bares the tattoo of the phoenix o

The one goon approached them and tried to snatch that girl but next a shriek heard by everyone Falcone's dagger swung in the air and the man's hand separated from his side and fell away. Seeing this, the whole atmosphere got heated, the terror of fear spread. One hand of Falcone was holding the girl's head, the other hand held a dagger. More goons tried to attack but Falcone signed at his tattooed hand. The Goons were shocked seeing the tattoo, their eyes widened in horror as they eyed the tattoo of Phoenix which signifies he was the man of that group.

She moved closer to the candlelight, shadows dancing across her face. “Your tattoos vanished because they were born of your suffering—not your truth. And suffering has no claim over the reborn. Like the phoenix that rises from the ashes, untouched by the fire that consumed it… you are beginning again. But take heed—rebirth does not come without cost. Your body heals. Your strength is renewed. But your mind…” She looked at me then, eyes narrowing. “Your mind will twist before it settles.” That part still haunted me. I think she meant it as a warning. I just didn’t know what for—yet.

This was a question that I should have asked long before now, but it had honestly not even crossed my mind until one of our warriors commented about his new mate’s heat. She flipped the visor mirror down, looking at the mark on her neck, and smiling. The mark fit her perfectly. It was a lotus flower backed by a full moon. A lotus symbolized rebirth and strength. The full moon symbolized completion. Those two symbols combined to showcase who my mate was. She was a fucking phoenix that rose from the ashes to complete this new and stronger Ziyah.

At the moment it split, a golden bird emerged with a sharp, melodious cry. “It’s a Phoenix! This is the true Phoenix!” Ignis exclaimed with excitement. His words caught everyone’s attention. As the Phoenix was the king of birds, all must bow before it. Except for Ignis, Lucian, and myself, everyone else knelt in unison, chanting, “Welcome, Your Majesty!” The cheers grew louder and more enthusiastic. My little Phoenix fluttered around the room for a few moments before gently landing in front of me. When it settled into my arms, it transformed into a human-shaped infant. Feeling my warmth, it yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

A Celtic knot design graced his arm, its elaborate twists and turns captivating her attention like a labyrinth of ancient lore. What caught Astrid's eye even more was how the Celtic knot seamlessly merged into a delicate rose tattoo on the dorsum of Phoenix's hand. The lines of the Celtic knot work elegantly intertwined with the petals of the rose, creating a harmonious fusion of two distinct symbols. Phoenix, catching Astrid's admiring gaze on his body, turned around with a beam playing on his lips. "Ah, you've noticed Inferno, my Dragon" he states, his voice carrying a note of pride. "He's quite the spectacle, isn't he? And believe me, he's even more impressive in person than ink."

Raya felt a flush spread across her skin that had nothing to do with the needle’s sting. “Why a phoenix?” Tobi asked, changing the subject but keeping his voice intimate, as if they were sharing secrets. “Rebirth,” she answered simply. “I went through... a difficult time last year. This is my reminder that I rose from it.” He nodded, his expression softening. “The best tattoos always have stories. They’re not just decoration, they’re armor. History. Promise.” He leaned closer to work on a particularly delicate curve, his breath warm against her neck. Raya’s heart hammered against her ribs, and she was certain he could feel it through the contact points between their bodies.

I cupped him gently in my palms and kissed his forehead. Alice's death didn't stir any waves. My father, already disgraced by her actions, had long stopped acknowledging her as his daughter. As for Max, he couldn't have been more eager for her to disappear. Seven days later, all three of my baby phoenixes took human form. The sky once again erupted in violet light and dazzling rainbow clouds. Birds filled the heavens with song—it was another divine omen. Then, my entire body began to glow with golden light. In the blink of an eye, a shimmering emerald deer’s tail extended from me, and my eyes turned a brilliant green.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

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.