Guardian Angel Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

She quickly ran over and looked at my wound. The wound on my back was really torn due to my sudden movement. I could feel the slimy liquid on my white T-shirt. White T-shirt? Why do I wear it? Who changed my clothes? So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise.

Anna was lost, and it all seemed like the world had come to an end with everything vanishing right in front of her eyes, leaving just herself and the man in front of her door. If the man had ever had wings, she could swear he was one of the fallen angels. Everything about him was perfect and seductive. He was dressed in a black singlet and khaki pants, revealing a full sleeve tattoo on his left hand and another that ran up to the side of his neck. It was a broken heart tattoo. On his left wrist was a pure gold watch, and the necklace he was wearing was also a pure stone diamond that glinted in the light in her room. Even his messy brown hair looked so well cared for and made him so hot as it

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

"I am good now." "Is that because you marked Raine?" His question threw me for a minute. I was not expecting it, and how does he know? But, I guess he could read my thoughts cause he answered me. "Not only is your sents mixed now, but you have a mark on your neck that is going down into your shirt almost like a tattoo. That is the marking symbol from the angels. Remiel told us about the markings that you and Luca would receive once you all were marked and mated." I try to look and see it, but I can't. My dad stands and motions for me to follow him, so I do, and he leads me to a mirror hanging on the inside of the office. I look, and I see the mark he is talking about. It starts on the side o

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

It was a photo of her, looking weak and frail, nestled in a man's arms. His face was deliberately out of frame, but the tattoo visible just above his wrist made my heart stop. An ancient vampire sigil. Identical to the one on my own wrist. Our matching tattoo. The caption read: *"So lucky my guardian angel is always there when I need him most."* I let out a cold laugh and dialed Alistair's number. The voice that answered wasn't his. “Oh, is that you, sister?” Isabella's voice was sickly sweet. “Alistair’s a little busy right now. He's comforting me after my… ordeal.”

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.

The words 'My kiddo' and an angel holding a magic wand were inked there. "Cole, this is a divinely beautiful tattoo." She murmured, stroking it, and he just beamed at her. "You have always shown me the right path and brought back happiness and my parents into my life. You are truly an Angel, my Angel. I love you very very much." He confessed from the core of his heart, taking her hands in his and kissing her knuckles. "I love you more, Cole." She rested her head on his chest and placed a soft kiss on the tattoo. He closed his eyes, embracing her, and a contented smile flashed on his face as her soft lips came in contact with his skin.

My gaze shifted up to him; he was also staring at the tattoo beneath my palm. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Isabella - my life," he translated, meeting my gaze. My eyes snapped away from him as his words stuck in my mind. My life! She is his life. "Love, are you alright?" he asked, his hands tightening on my waist. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I lied, trying not to push further. "Can I continue?" He simply nodded and let go of his hold on my waist. I traced the largest tattoo, which started below his chest and disappeared into his briefs. It looked like an angel—a dark angel in pain. My fingers traced the waistband of his briefs, and I looked up at him.

If Thea manages to lose it somewhere, even then the stone will make its way back to either of us. I now place her palm on my wrist and repeat the procedure. The same tattoo this time the horn appears on the right side and the Angelwing on the left enclosed in a heart shape made by the demon tail. I bring both our palms close to each other and chant the last spell which will mark her as mine. An infinity symbol appears below the tattoo on both our wrists at the same time, bonding us together forever. This bond is for life. It can only be done with the accent of both parties. In our case, she is not in the condition to voice our opinion. I guess even the stone must have known how she feels abo