Guardian Angel Heaven Tattoos Novels & Stories

It almost didn't make sense, as all his other tattoos where either small or tiny. Another weird thing was why he left his chest out of the entire ink fest. "Phoenix is the insignia of the the Archangels." He stated coldly, that it made me drag my gaze from the yellowish white of his ceiling to the stony mask that was now his face. "I am aware of that, Almighty. Yours stands out, it isn't like the rest." "I am an Almighty, that's why." Mike snapped his reply even before I was done talking. I immediately knew there was a backstory he wasn't willing to share.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

At school, plenty of my friends will want to date him. He’s the type of man my mama will warn me not to date: Dark, dangerous and tattooed. His cashmere sweater is torn and patched around the edges. “Never for once in my life have I thought angels exist. Sometimes, I think they don’t because angels never come to rescue you when you need them so much. Then, I realized that some angels come in the form of people, and you are one of them, so thank you, angel.”

He tapped Jonathan on the shoulder with a smile "Tomorrow is Friday. Get some rest, it is another working day," he said and Jonathan exited the office "This is wrong and I know it but what can I do? God, please forgive me for the wrong I did my wife and help her forgive me too. Heal her heart so she will let go of the bitterness and please protect my daughter Olivia. I have been cruel to her from birth. I abandon her to the cruel world and watched her go through all the years of maltreatment and now that she can be happy with a man who loves her my crime is still going after her to rob her of her happiness. She is an innocent child born into this world yet my sins continue to punish her whil

RAINA There’s an air of rebellion I feel every time I step inside Tattoo Heaven. Come in and get inked by an angel or a demon. Angel always brags that his wife, Avery, must have sold her soul to be such a damned good artist. The way he looks at her with love in his eyes reminds me of the way I feel when Rex can’t keep his eyes or hands off me.

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."

Darrell turns around and held his forehead, while Pontius stares at Alyssa and smiles. "Darrell please tell me what's the matter, is anything wrong?" Alyssa has so many questions to ask. Pontius swims up to her and tried to calm her down. "Alyssa, it's alright okay, I can explain," Pontius said softly, Alyssa looked really scared. "The star tattoo is what signifies you as a guardian, and since you don't have it, it only means you are not a guardian." "I'm not a guardian?" Alyssa asked herself in a whisper. "I'm not a guardian," said Alyssa happily and held Pontius's hand and jumped up playfully, then she swims to Darrell.

Was he in an attic? As Gabriel dragged himself up by the sink, he realised that he had no clothes on, not even his boxers. He looked in the mirror, bloody hell he looked like shit, and when had he grown a beard and a full tattooed sleeve. Fuck, this was crazy. Gabriel studied the tattoo's, there were tribal designs on his arm and along his shoulders, and along his chest were letters, he could read them in the mirror the letters were part of the swirly design. "I love you with all my heart." Gabriel frowned, this was scary, there was a picture of a man on his chest above his heart, even in the tattoo this man was good looking. Was this a joke? He turned the cold water tap on and put his mouth

My fingers instantly reached up and brush against it, sending a rush of warmth flooding through me. “She said the same thing. What does that even mean? How can this be the key?” “Angels aren't allowed in hell, just as demons and hellhounds aren't allowed in heaven. There's an invisible barrier preventing us from entering. Your marks are a tether, the very key that allows her to enter if you go there.

he begins to explain. "Now occasionally, when a person dies, instead of going to heaven or hell as you know it by, sometimes a Greek God will mark you and gift you. In return, you will be reborn as an immortal angel with the gift they gave you. It rarely happens, but when it does, it is one gift from one God. That's the rules that Zeus created. So, how you managed to have THREE Gods is beyond me, and by the looks of this mark, you were given MULTIPLE from each." he finishes, and too overwhelmed to process it all, I faint.