Forearm Guardian Angel Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

I know Angel was hiding something from me. But my questions can only be answered by Angel herself. I'll have to ask her soon. With these thoughts, I drove home. 🍒Angela🍒 As I made my way to my locker, I bumped into someone. Due to the hard impact, I was about to fall back and closed my eyes, predicting the inevitable but before I could fall, I was stabilized by the person. The first thing I opened my eyes to was a black shirt with a print of an eagle on it. A silver chain was hanging on it. I think I already had an idea of who it was.

Except Alexei didn’t have a hairy chest, and the intricate tattoos on his arms were quite a sight when he removed his suit jacket. They were both full-sleeved tattoos on both arms, covering him from the wrists all the way to his shoulders. They were all in black ink, with some designs more prominent than others. A wolf’s head covered most of his right bicep, while something of an archangel covered the other. A snake wrapped around the entirety of his left forearm. The rest were too small for her to discern from where she sat. “No, you go home with your father, after this whole storm clears,” he replied, folding his jacket. “It’s not my style to keep girls hostage. Your father and I will keep

I sheathed my blade and licked my claws, straightening my armor and weapons belt. "I'm glad you're on our side," Len sounded like he was smiling. "Just imagine if I wasn't." I laughed as I walked forward. The next guardian made me stop and actually step back in horror. It was a bloody bone angel with wings like a dragon, hands that were nothing but claws and was draped in a black robe. Its eyes were just glowing orbs of fiery blue that seemed to see into my very soul. It hissed out words in a foreign language and stared at me. One hand touched my forehead. It was colder than death and left bloody marks on my skin. I wiped away the touch, feeling horrified. Dread and fright swept over me. The

The hair was a dark brown color but seemed to blend into his skin, making it nearly impossible to see from afar. "Fascinating," I thought to myself as I poked at one strand. My eyes went to the tattoo on his chest. It was the tattoo of an angel holding a sword and standing under what seemed to be a tree. I didn't understand how the tattoo artist managed to capture it, but it looked amazing. My hand slowly traced around the beams of light that were tattooed with gold and the sword that was the same color as the being. Just as my finger was about to trace the wings, I heard Damon mumble, "It's ticklish," he said with a deep voice.

“Here you are.” He lowers his gaze to his wrist, taking the delicate pendant of an angel in prayer. “It’s a guardian angel. My mother got it from her mother, and she gave it to me. The mother of my father has forbidden me to wear it, so I’m carrying it with me in disguise. It’s better if I can give it to you, as a souvenir. It’ll protect you like an amulet.” As his eyes lift back to mine, my breath hitches in my throat by the simple look in his eyes. His darkened intense stare holds something I’ve never seen in a look directed at me and I can’t quite decipher it.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

One of the guards opened the door for me and I thanked him before letting myself into the car. It was warm compared to the cold outside, like always, Angel's scent enveloped the place and I felt light headed. My God! I felt enveloped by his aura, he was just too dominant even without trying, looking like the boss he was. Angel wore a black short like he did earlier today and a black top as against the black shirt he wore. His broad chest was very visible and his muscles and biceps popping. Fuck....

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

I shrugged, my chest tightening because of the look on his face. His fingers slightly brushed mine as he traced the little tattoo by the side of the fallen angel. “This signifies me,” he murmured, his voice hard and hoarse… I nodded, my fingers gently rubbing his chest, like I was trying to remind him I’m here… to feel this pain with him. His fingers slowly moved to the fallen angel. “This signifies my brother.”

It's breathtaking. Cass stirs behind me. He pulls me tighter against him and groans as he slowly moves his hips against me, his c-ck semi-hard already. I make the mistake of looking down at his arm where he holds me only to catch sight of the tattoo on my forearm saying 'wh-re'. I tense and whimper as I have a flash back to the tattoo being applied. Cass quickly rolls me onto my back and hovers over me. He wipes away the tear that escaped and asks, "What's wrong, angel? How can I help?"