Forearm Guardian Angel Angel Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What is this?!” “That is a guardian sign, my child.” On Angela’s hand was a tattoo of a wolf which shone and showed four colors; Red, Brown, Blue and Grey and it was beautiful. “Woah!” Angela said with a smile on her face. “This is beautiful.” Selene chuckled again. “It sure is. You have all the four colors and the elemental wolves will each have one of the colors on your hand representing their power and the element they can wield. Just so you know, your eyes are also shining like your hand.”

He was smiling really hard. "It's a guardian angel watching over a toddler, surrounded by a flutter of butterflies dancing around a thorn-encrusted rose. The angel's presence creates a protective barrier, shielding the child from the thorns' gentle threat and the warm sunlight that casts a golden glow. In the distance, a hungry lion lurks, its presence implied but held at bay by the angel's vigilant gaze." He explained, smiling as he stared at me. "Wow," I breathed, entranced by the beautiful story behind his tattoo. "It's a whole story."

So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise. "Don't be afraid! I want to help you heal. I won't harm you." The blonde girl tried to reassure me. In her eyes, I felt she wasn't lying.

"Okay, okay, your right." Holding back tears, I grabbed my bow and a white feather, turning the feather into an arrow. Using the arrow to cut my hand. I smeared my blood all over the tip. Shooting it their direction, phasing the arrow through walls it hitting all seven angels at once. The arrow gathered their blood as well; mixing mine with theirs. Calling the arrow back to me with their blood now soaking it. Taking the blood from the angels, I rubbed it on the open wound of my hand. I laid back on my pillows, inhaling deeply. All seven angels were becoming mine. I felt each one bond with my soul. Like heavy chains being anchored to me. Forever bonded to just not one another but the rest of

She quickly ran over and looked at my wound. The wound on my back was really torn due to my sudden movement. I could feel the slimy liquid on my white T-shirt. White T-shirt? Why do I wear it? Who changed my clothes? So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise.

That was my queue to vacate the area of ground the symbol had been burnt into, "Remind me again why you can't wield dark magic mom?" "Because Zion, I'd have to give up on wielding one kind of magic for the other. My body won't be able to handle the continuous fight between light and dark energy within me because..." "Because unlike me you aren't half demon half angel," I completed for her. Noticing her continuous glare on my arms I decided to investigate what she was looking at. On my right arm was what looked to be a tattoo of a viper twirling itself around it. Its fangs on display as its head laid on the crook of my elbow and its scaly tale laying in my palm.

Never once did her emotions take over as she mocked me, no she was just calm, bored almost. Nothing I said would or could penetrate her mental armour, as she slid off her signature black silk gloves. Looking over her long black perfectly manicured nails, the black diamond promise ring Angelo gave her for her sixteenth birthday sitting upon her long elegant fingers. A single letter ‘A’ tattooed on her right hand just above her thumb.

On the slender neck stood a graceful-looking fox with a stunning pair of eyes holding a blue sclera and sharp red pupils that emitted such pressure that could make one’s hair stand and even more astonishing was the glowing seven tails which stood majestically behind his back leisurely swaggering in the air while others caringly caressed the elf. A slight shimmer of red flashed behind the elf’s neck and on closer inspection one could see the conspicuous-looking red flower tattooed across the fox’s belly. Its presence in the dense of white made it even more glaring and with just a glance everyone was able to confirm that this truly was the GUARDIAN. OF THE ELVES

He adjusted his shirt so I could see the full inscription drawn in a mix of bold and italics. “And I can already tell you like it,” His smile was cocky. He said those words confidently, well, he was right. ‘My Angel’ was written in bold italics. The ink was indeed beautiful, I mean, it was my name so of course it was beautiful. I loved it. Who wouldn’t love it when a person showed just how much they wanted them? “Yeah, it looks good,” I admitted honestly, but what I didn’t add was that the tattoo would definitely look better on Daddy’s taut skin.

She laid next to me, naked and glorious after sex. “Why are the angels tattooed on both arms blindfolded?” Evelina asked, tracing the outline with her delicate fingers. “Because justice is blind,” I replied bluntly. Her body shifted closer to mine, and one bare leg wrapped around my own leg. “But the goddess of justice usually has a scale in one hand. The angels here have their hands tied.”