Forearm Guardian Angel Angel Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

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.

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.

Su Hui had now come to Yu Xiangyang's three people, she had just put the bag on the mechanical arm, is looking at the base construction. Suddenly heard Chu Xuning's breath, slightly sideways, gaze very accurately towards the master man's right arm. The man was close to the wheat-coloured upper arm, tattooed with the shape of an angel. Is a winged black angel with an exposed side face. A pure black color that is unusually conspicuous under light. The Black Angel also holds a death scythe in his hand. A very realistic image of a black angel. At a glance, I only felt cold in my heart.

I pleaded and inhaled sharply when she told me yes. "I heard you're my guardian angel," I mumbled and Grace gritted her teeth and cursed. "You can thank my asshole father for that mess. He assigned me so I'd have to end my relationship with you Mortas, guardian angels can't be involved with who they are guarding so we should not, ugh you understand," she mumbled irritatedly. So she was breaking some major angel rules to be here with me. I smiled at my little delinquent wife. "I thought only full blood angels could be guardians," I said softly and Grace shrugged her shoulders.

That is, if you ignored her beauty and sensuality. As Sharon greeted me, sunlight from one of the hallway windows illuminated her arm for a moment. That’s when something caught my attention. When she extended her hand to greet me, her sleeve lifted slightly, revealing a small tattoo on her wrist. A blue falcon. My stomach churned instantly. That same bird was the symbol of the gang that had recently threatened me. The mark was unmistakable. But how could she have something like that? This was too much of a coincidence.

my mom says, taking charge. “I can walk Mom, get the pups,” I say, seeing Lynn’s kids huddled in a corner. “My babies…” Lynn says, looking terrified that we're going to hurt them. As the others carry Maeve, Meadow and Tate out of the building, my mother turns to Lynn. “I am Guardian Angel. I understand that you have asked for the protection of the Guardians. While my mate and my sons can offer you that, I am a true Guardian. No harm will come to you or your pups while you are under my protection.”

"Uff, just forget my question. Um, I go ahead first—" "Why always avoid me, Aurora?" I looked at him with a scowl. "I-I'm not avoiding you," I replied then swallowed the remaining wine in my glass. To my surprise, Damien held my left wrist. Then he observed what he saw there. I know, he wants to see the tattoo on my wrist. It was a small halo with wings tattooed. It also has the date, month, and year engraved in the center of the wings. I heard him breathing deeply. "My child,"

There were other ways to make a grown man suffer. But first, I want to have some fun. "Mason, let me see your new tattoo," I insisted. I straddled his inked thighs and started picking at the corners of the surgical tape. He peeled away the gauze that covered his breastbone and my eyes flared with awe. Mason had chosen a heart-shaped padlock design with angel wings. The tattoo artist had designed my name to look like a key. It was so clever; it was the most beautiful design that I had ever seen.