Gladiolus Tattoo Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the blood-red water until it reached his waist. Then he lowered Gwendolyn into it. The back fog spread over the surface of the pool as the water submerged her. For several minutes, nothing happened. He gently pushed the wet strands of hair away from her face and stroked a thumb over her cheek. Yet nothing happened. Her eyes remained closed. Suddenly the tattoos in his hands began to glow. He drew back in surprise, confused and shocked at the same time. His tattoos only glowed when he released Shadow, and they glowed red, just like the runes on his body.

Derek rested the picture on his chest, looking up at Jayce. "In the center of my right forearm, pull off the bandages." Derek told him. Jayce looked at his arm, then back to him. He let out a tired sigh before reaching over and with a single claw, tore open the bandages. He didn't see anything at first, but Nox growled deeply. When he took a closer look, a very faint gold glow came from a small bit of his arm. He could barely make out the design it made as the glow continued to slowly fade. "My allegiance was not as strong as Lukas', so his tattoo will be better proof." Derek said as he laid his head back and shut his eyes.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

Would failing prove I'm not a wolf? I think of Krew, his wide smiles and his deep dimples. A piercing ring sits in its nose. Black ink from trees and animals runs up her arm. Goldie always said watch out for guys with trees tattooed on their wrists, they're the flirts. I smile. He's a flirt, always running his hand through short hair and flashing a boyish smile. A golden line appears in front of me. Blinking, I reach out and touch it, hoping that

Mark reminds him. “Throw shirts on and let’s go,” Tyson is moving and we get behind him. “Roses are so standard, NO,” Tyson snaps at Wesley. “Marcella is wild and headstrong.” “What flowers are those?” I ask standing in a flower warehouse. “We need Mimosa Flowers, Freesias, Gladiolus, and Strelitzia,” He tells us. “We will decorate each post with each flower, Mimosas are the symbol of feminism. Freesias mean Freedom, Gladiolus means strength, and Strelitzia immortality. Like love should be.”

Killian rolled his eyes before lifting up his t-shirt. Right at the top of the half of his ‘v’ on the right left side, he got the name ‘Nymph’ tattooed in cursive, with the ‘y’ looping to make a heart. The name was tattooed in a dark blue colour. Next to the name is a paw. He’d gotten the tattoo just over a month ago, against Calypso’s orders, even though she was there when he got it. “What is its significance, though I know it’s got to do with Cally?” Jordan asked.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

When she finally stepped out, droplets sliding down her thighs, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly swollen from biting them too hard. Her eyes were glassy with something unspoken. And when she turned, she saw it again — the mark on her left hip. A tattoo - like crest. Etched into her skin like a brand. It shimmered faintly in the light, elegant yet powerful. A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle.