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I want more. I sit up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only my panties. Scott wet his bottom lip as he stared at my breast, before his eyes connect with the tattoo on my stomach. He stops. "You weren't kidding huh?" He asked, lowering his head to stare at the black paint on my pale skin. "Nope" "My Phoenix" he reads it out, a smile on his face. "You got this for me" He says and I nod. "You didn't have to babe"

Matt has his eyes closed, but he offers me a gentle smile as I trace circles on his neck. The wound is fully healed. But, the usual scar tissue bite was instead a phoenix with its wings spread out and its tail curved at its end to make an arch, like a crescent moon, with a five-point star at the center of it. It's beautiful. This is a sign his body accepted my claim. I wonder if mine looked like his.

The witch knew this woman was about to die but she had to get the baby out of her first. Suddenly the woman started pushing, with all her might and power. She did not give up, neither did she give in to breathe. She did not stop till the baby was out. A beautiful white mystic aura shone on the baby as Ursula carried the baby on her arms. "My...my baby...." The dying fairy said. "Ple....please take care of my ba...by" She said, as life went out of her. And then the mystical mist on the baby cleared. It was a girl. And then she saw it......The tattoo of the phoenix on the baby's left hand.

But it felt like hot iron was embedded in her flesh and was being dragged slowly across her palm. When she groaned loudly and collapsed on the floor, Asher and Carl rushed to her side. “Cathy! Cathy!” A cry tore through her lips. And suddenly just as the pain started, it subsided. Asher and Carl stopped short, staring at her right palm with bland expressions. When her vision cleared, Cathy looked down to see what they were staring at and her heart stopped beating altogether. On her palm was the intricate circular design of swirling lines and a rising Phoenix with a wolf beneath its rising feet.

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.

Each man wore the mark. Different symbols etched into skin: a serpent coiled around a sword on the left forearm of one, twin wolves snarling beneath a bleeding moon on the wrist of another, a skeletal crown on the palm of a third, and a phoenix swallowing its own tail just above the elbow of the last. Each tattoo pulsed faintly, dark and ancient, remnants of an allegiance born of secrecy, ambition, and old blood.

, Alexander stated with a calm look on his face as if he wasn’t the one causing the chaos uprising. “Hmm-from my memory, his hair looks mm-like yours. His back was also slender like yours and he has a tattoo on his back. Yeah-yeah he has a lot of tattoo on his back like yours but one of his tattoos caught my eyes when I was leaving the room because even in the dark, it was clearly visible. I’m guessing it was glow-in-the-dark tattoo. It was a tattoo of a red colored Phoenix. It was truly a beautiful tattoo which didn’t glow too much in the dark but just made the tattoo look very real. Thinking about it now, I think I’ve seen that tattoo before but I can’t remember where. Mmm”, Alice verbaliz

“I’m going to put something on now!” “Nice tattoo, Aldo!” Adia teases. Yeah I have a tattoo on my ribcage, no one really sees it unless they see me shirtless. Nova hasn’t said anything, but I doubt my tattoo is the first thing on their mind. It’s a flaming phoenix . Knowing I was the only survivor of the crash that killed my parents and maternal grandparents makes me feel a bit like a phoenix. I’ll need a purple butterfly over my heart, for Nova.

He approached both warriors and used magic to mark a little praying-for-blessings sign on the back of each man's right hand. The crowd remained silent throughout the process. I could feel some glances directed at me. Leaving a praying-for-blessings sign on the back of a warrior's right hand was how Alphas showed their appreciation for their right-hand Betas. Understandably, my father's actions indicated that he had high expectations for this battle, with the victor likely becoming the right-hand Beta of the next Alpha. Lost in thought, I was startled as a hand was placed on my shoulder. "What are you thinking about? You look so cranky," Lux, the owner of the hand, sat down next to me.