Gladiolus Tattoo Novels & Stories

She didn’t look at me as I approached her, but kept her eyes trained on the Gladiolus flowers and Peruvian lilies under the window to her right. Without a word, I lower myself to sit beside her as I wrap my arm around her shoulder. She never takes her eyes off of the flowers, but she leans into me, accepting my support and sympathy. “Did you know that Peruvian lilies represent grief, support, and healing and Gladiolus flowers represent hope and encouragement.?” She sighs.

Gripping the reins time and again, he drove the cart with a crestfallen face that bloomed disappointment and not to forget a bit of frustration too. The tattoo vanishing all of a sudden wasn't a good sign. The right backhand of every Lycan whether it was Lycan Rogue or a sane Lycan always had this tattoo on it. Usually, it would look just like an ordinary tattoo but when the Lycan Power is exercised to protect oneself or others, or to attack someone, in such cases, the Lycan Powers inside the Lycan's body gets activated and that is when the tattoo would glow instantly. The tattoo also helps to kindle the energy that Lycans would need in such scenarios. In case the Lycans get injured, it's th

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

Glinda held my hands and guided me into a chair “ I understand you are concerned about me. But it’s too late to convince me otherwise. “ Glinda pushed off her top, showing me her red neck tattoo. “ You’ve been marked!” I gasped inwardly, “ Yeah, I have. Last night “ “Wow! That was quick .” I added. “ Hell yeah. I didn’t want to wait for another day. Don’t worry, my Theo has told me everything about his one-night stands and multiple bedroom activities.” My Theo! Since when? “ And you still went ahead to accept his mark. “ “ Girl, have you seen Theodore’s dick ?” She asked. “Ewwww… why would I want to see his dick ?” Glinda smirked naughtily at my remark.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

"I tend to do stupid things... What if I… hurt you?" Bitter laughter escaped his throat. "That's impossible. I made sure of it." Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands over his chest, taking off his glamour spell and revealing a series of tattoos. I instantly recognized one of them—a triskelion. The Celtic symbol looked exactly as I remembered it from my dream, and before I knew it—just like in my vision—I reached out my hand to touch it.