Guardian Angel Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

I can't lose my angel! *************************

I never meant for anyone to get hurt. "But sir... You surely can't do this to him. He's your brother's son." Barton, my father's beta pleaded in my defense. He was my father's right hand man when he was alive. My father trusted him with his life, and I do the same with my life as well. After my father died, he became Damian's Beta. Although, I don't think he liked that very much. He and Damian were not really friends from the beginning. "Shut up! Or do you want to join him?" Damian rebuked him and he lowered his head.

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

Your dad will be mad -’ Inner Devil shot Guardian Angel with an arrow!

Chapter 46 The tattoo depicted a slender silver ring, its surface meticulously detailed to reflect its gleam and character. Around its circumference, intricate symbols, intertwined hearts and delicate infinity loops created an artistic dance of unity and something…powerful, supernatural and extraordinary. The shadows and highlights in the design gave the illusion that the ring was truly resting upon her neck, a timeless adornment that spoke of a bond beyond words. How did she not see this? It was understandable that she wouldn't see it on her own neck, but what about Noah's neck?

Azak walked in, looking comfortable in one of the t-shirts she had picked out for him the other day, when she realized he had been wearing the same hoodie for a while now. She waved at him and Art looked at her with confusion as Azak sat in the chair next to her. His eyes flashed for a second, and she saw the spark of magick, but his magick wouldn't work on Azak. Azak was powerful than him, anyways. "Art, this is Azakeal. He is-" "I am her guardian angel." Aurora had prepared a speech to introduce Azak, but this way worked too. Just coming right out and say it. The Angel didn't understand subtlety or trying to soften a blow.

Still, the pack murmured, and Layon laid a hand upon Angel's furred shoulder as he urged her, "Angel, shift and show them the truth." Though she knew what he was asking her, for a moment she was merely frozen in fear, unable to do anything until he stroked down the length of her back. Finally she began to shift, standing before the pack as naked as the day she was born. Layon gripped hold of her hand and squeezed her fingers even as he urged her around to reveal the scarring he'd left upon her shoulder, showing his own in the process. "We are marked as fated mates for all to see!"

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."

She laid next to me, naked and glorious after sex. “Why are the angels tattooed on both arms blindfolded?” Evelina asked, tracing the outline with her delicate fingers. “Because justice is blind,” I replied bluntly. Her body shifted closer to mine, and one bare leg wrapped around my own leg. “But the goddess of justice usually has a scale in one hand. The angels here have their hands tied.”

Not happening on my watch. "Listen little girl," he said putting his hand around my neck, "give it to me or else..." he threatened tightening his hold around my neck with a crazy look in his eyes. I struggled to breath but I still refused. What is wrong with him? Does he want to hurt himself? He tightened his hold around my neck more and I gasped taking in a deep breath coughing as tears came out of my eyes. "Dude leave her the hell alone." That was Xavier pulling Theodore away me. I dropped the bottle out of shock and glass scattered everywhere. I run to Xander and hugged him crying.