Guardian Angel Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

“You introduce yourself as God, but I know that you are not. Your appearance exactly looks like our Maiden’s guardian God, but you aren’t Ophiuchus. You who existed way before, just who are you?” Still holding with the tiny sanity that he had, and all for being a holder and protector of the Maiden. Nate looks at Him with the broken expression, twisted smile, and chaotic sense that He loves on seeing on him, and more than what He expected. “Do you want to know, holder of the sixth gate, ark angel, Gemini, Nate?”

She’d never seen anything this out there, and for her this was like night and day compared to what she’d grown up with she began to slowly back up and said “This is a mistake… I don’t belong here.” She would have kept going if she hadn’t backed into a brick wall or at least what felt like one. It was their security man he said, “They won’t hurt you I promise.” Angel asked cautiously “And, I should trust you why?” what he did next shocked her. He pulled at the back of his collar and showed her the tiny tattoo of a cross at the base of his neck. He said simply “Because we’re both one of Antonio’s.” If he’d hit her, he couldn’t have shocked her more, out of all the things she’d expected to find

Andrews replied seeing the guard was getting closer to him. "What kind of duties?" asked the guard holding a gun in his hands. "Checking the cars," Andrews replied facing the guard. "Okay, I am coming with you," the guard said and Andrews just nodded. Andrews walked towards the garage and opened it. The guard walked behind Andrews with his gun. Andrews looked straight ahead and knew where he needed to go but he first needed to get rid of the guard behind him. Andrews scanned the room and opened the door of my car. The guard got closer to also look inside the car but received a big hit from Andrews's elbow. The guard's nose was fractured and Andrews landed another heavy punch to his neck befo

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

Here I thought his tattoos were only on his hands but turns out it wasn't only them. His back was full of tattoos but one caught my attention in particular, it looked like an Angel that's on its knees, the wings looked broken and above it were two hands, holding one another tightly with the word brother written underneath them and above the Angel… the fallen angel. Ray loved his brothers more than I could ever imagine, to the point where he tattooed his own body with a constant reminder of it. Something I could never have unless it's Malia we are talking about. Alana, focus.

"It's your name but in Latin. It's Sanctus which means holy or sacred because that is what you are to me." A smile graced Saint's lips as he looked at the name with a deeper admiration. He bent and kissed the tattoo. "You keep surprising me, Angel." "Life is full of surprises, my love." Saint chuckled. He didn't go for the cock immediately. He buried his face in the crook of Nicolas's neck, inhaling the scent of expensive sandalwood cologne mixed with the salt of sweat. He bit down on the sensitive tendon where the neck met the shoulder, not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark that would scream ownership for days.

I suggested as I stood up to take a closer look at his new tattoo and my body froze in front of him when I saw Ayla and Xav boldly written on the left side of his chest. "Yo.. y.. you tattooed our names on your chest" I stammered as I trailed my finger on it and he released a pleased sound, that sounded almost like a pleasurable groan. My mind was too foggy to think about anything other than this beautiful toned chest before me, this angel standing before me, my guardian angel!

Only some people go out to get what is most necessary, then the rest of the world seems to have cowardly hidden from them. Up in the sky, the angel who revealed his existence to those of this city is standing as a guardian, watching everything and nothing at the same time. 'He is in a state called Guardian Trance, a state that allows him to be in touch with every living creature around him. They use this to be alert in case some of those so-called dark Angels decide to interfere again.' I hear Kade in my head as his hand squeezes mine.