Guardian Angel Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

“King Drake is my daughter’s mate. He’s on our side and if you kill him, it will be an act against the Guardians.” “We understand that our alliance is new and tentative, but we wouldn’t have asked you to join us if we didn’t trust Drake. Please think carefully before ruining the tentative bond we've created by trying to hurt him,” Guardian Angel says, moving to stand in front of me and partially in front of her daughter. I notice she said 'trying' to hurt him, meaning, they have no intention of letting the witches hurt me.

There were other ways to make a grown man suffer. But first, I want to have some fun. "Mason, let me see your new tattoo," I insisted. I straddled his inked thighs and started picking at the corners of the surgical tape. He peeled away the gauze that covered his breastbone and my eyes flared with awe. Mason had chosen a heart-shaped padlock design with angel wings. The tattoo artist had designed my name to look like a key. It was so clever; it was the most beautiful design that I had ever seen.

Growling, I pushed away from both men and slammed her against the granite countertop, tilting her next to the side so severely I was surprised her head hadn't come off. "No." Hands shaking, I stepped away. "No." Stephanie rubbed her neck; tears streamed down her face. "What? What's happening?" Her eyes were still white. "Did you see… it?" "See what?" She was nearing hysterics. "Something knocked me out, and when I woke up, she was gone!" "The archangel," I said in a hushed tone. "You wear his mark." Stephanie's horrified gaze met mine as she started vigorously rubbing the spot I'd just discovered. It was small, white, and had the appearance of a snowflake tattoo. It would have been beautiful

"Yes, sir. And, boss, by the way. The woman Annabella had a tattoo that my men and I discovered. It was in the back of her head, on the lowest point of her hairline. Angel wings with a diamond in the center were the design of the tattoo. Although we haven't discovered anything new about her yet, I'll make sure to keep you informed shortly." Michael ended the call and rubbed his temple. There was too much information that was swirling around his mind at the moment, and all he wanted to do was sleep and never wake up. However, as he opened his eyes again, he remembered a little hope that was walking around his office that he was sure could give him a little peace. Elena. He whispered.

“That tattoo on your neck was the same as hers. The exact same, no difference. I would remember that tattoo even if I was dead.” I stared, still not knowing what else to say. I had never felt strongly about anything as I’d felt about this. But where was the evidence to prove I might have not been responsible for Zara’s death? And the same tattoo? No one had my tattoo. No one. It was the inking of me as an angel dressed in black and wielding a gun and a knife, and next to it was a star. The word ‘death’ was inked on one of the wings while black stars were inked dripping like tears from the other wing.

I got even more wet and excited just by thinking about the things he would do with me and the positions he'd put me in. Gasping at the discovery, I couldn't believe it. No way it couldn't be, not him, not Mariah's brother. The tattoo was proof it was the exact same one, an angel with burning wings falling, it was in the exact same placement as well on his chest. Fuck! it was him, Danny's the guy from the fucking club.

He can have whatsoever he wants engraved in it. "You can have it engraved in the rings. I guess I did not know you were such a romantic." "Only for you." He winked at her. "Alright, so I will engrave 'forever, mio amore' on the rings." Scott wrote something down on a small notepad. "Speaking of which, would you like the same type of ring, Mr. Nicoletti?" "No, a plain band in the same color will be good for me." Adrian replied. "Alright, I just need you to test these to get your size." He gave Adrian a couple of rings.

He adjusted his shirt so I could see the full inscription drawn in a mix of bold and italics. “And I can already tell you like it,” His smile was cocky. He said those words confidently, well, he was right. ‘My Angel’ was written in bold italics. The ink was indeed beautiful, I mean, it was my name so of course it was beautiful. I loved it. Who wouldn’t love it when a person showed just how much they wanted them? “Yeah, it looks good,” I admitted honestly, but what I didn’t add was that the tattoo would definitely look better on Daddy’s taut skin.

"So darlin, darlin, Stand by me, oh, stand by me. Oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me." Carlos grabbed me and claimed my lips. "Forever, Baby." He whispered in my ear. I stood up and removed my hoodie. I was still in a tank top. Pulling my hair up, I revealed a new tattoo on my neck that Said " Stand by me". It was placed by the Archangel tattoo. Carlos smiled, grabbing me by my arms and pulling me close to him. "I love you, Maria." I teared up. "I love you too, Carlos."