Forearm Feminine Rebirth Phoenix Tattoo Novels & Stories

This was the moment where everything changed. The elder turned toward me, "Alpha Damien." He nodded, I smiled, reached into my jacket and pulled out the crested ring for the Luna. The crest gleamed beneath the moonlight streaming through the great windows. It was a symbol of authority, trust, devotion and love. And I knew with all my heart that there was only one woman worthy of wearing it. Nyssa. My mate and my home. Without hesitation, I stepped forward, lowered myself onto one knee and looked up at her.

He asked, gesturing to the notes in my hand. “There are a few, but I am not sure if they are what you are thinking of.” I opened the notebook and placed it on the desk so he could see. “So I thought maybe we could theme it around the mythological creature the Phoenix. They symbolize rebirth and new beginnings. When the Phoenix dies it catches fire and then is reborn from its own ashes. I think that perfectly symbolizes the changes the pack has gone through. Well either that or the butterfly.” I laughed. He thought for a minute, his eyebrows furrowing while deep in thought. I started to get worried that he may have hated the idea, or worse he had no sense of humor now and took my butterfly co

He opened another scroll, handing it to her, and my heart dropped as I read the Latin words that were stated. “Phoenix in plenilunio nascitur, unum ovum ponitur, et si eclypsis advenerit, exoritur datus. Phoenix sanguine nascitur, sed datus ex sole et luna annulari.” A phoenix is to be born on a full moon, one egg to be laid, and if an eclipse is to occur, it hatches giving the chosen one. A phoenix is born of phoenix blood, but a chosen one is of a sun and moon annular. I read, looking up at my mate whose eyes met the Lycan’s.

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

The two powers braided, anchoring raw output into something structured. Next, the Phoenix. Melinda cupped it to her chest, letting a warmth rise through her, and then she let it spill in a slow, golden thread into the center of the circle. The seal inhaled. It pulsed, and the air around it felt younger. Diana’s frost did not freeze the rebirth; it ran along it, holding it steady, forcing the phoenix-fire into a pattern of regeneration.

She gave a cynical laugh at the end, then looked at me head-on as if daring me to judge. "As for my father, one day, I went to their room to ask for something. It was the first time I'd seen him naked; he was getting dressed when I just barged in, and I saw it, a tattoo. I'd seen it years ago at one of Luna's weekend parties. The adults wore masquerade masks, so I couldn't tell who they were, but I remembered that tattoo.

Ethan crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side, staring at me like I was insane. “Kind of like shadow bitches, magical DNA sequences, birth by fire, and a destiny? You’re right, sweets. Fortunes are completely improbable. Now, you’re first.” Well, he had me there. I just shrugged and broke mine open. There were no words but looked just like a sigil. ‘Phoenix?’ I heard her tinkling laughter floating through my mind. ‘My Warrior, it is a sigil for endurance. Another wildcard. You need to have your Heart carve it above your own heart.’

she ended in a voice much stronger than I had expected. Xander looked away, a tick in his jaw. Unlike other packs, The Crimson Phoenix Pack always had a predestined Luna, born with a red phoenix shaped birthmark on her upper arm. Whosoever was Alpha of the Crimson Phoenix Pack would automatically develop a matebond with the chosen Luna.

The rest of her arm had a fire snake that went all the way to the wrist, which is why she had never seen it, as she had only seen him in long sleeved shirts and they were hidden all the time. The left arm had a set of interlocking mandalas, also up to the wrist. In the center of the chest was a large flaming phoenix, with wings covering both pectorals and the tail reaching down to the navel. Elena gasped at the sight of it and felt a pang in her heart as she imagined what it meant. “Looks like you were a big bad boy when you were younger. she tossed, tracing the phoenix's wings with her fingertips. - IT IS. He confirmed, eyes closed.

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.