Guardian Angel Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Gramson bowed and left the house, but before leaving Jonathan didn't forget to remind him not to hunt a human, only the palace member has these rights. "Has she ever seen you since then?" Jonathan asked, munching a pear. As usual, Gabriel didn't answer. Instead, he removed his shirt, showing his back and neck tattoo, which has appeared after he jumped that river. "What is this? Have you known something about it?" Gabriel asked. The eye tattoo on his neck was a little bigger than before and it looked so real, as if Gabriel has a real eye on his back. "Wow!" Jonathan exclaimed. "When did this happen? You are not an Angel nor a fallen angel, then why.

I just couldn’t lie still anymore. Easing off the bed, I marched towards Xandrios’s room to ask him to stop the hammering. Strangely, his door wasn’t locked, and I pushed it open to enter. But I stood transfixed on the doorstep at the sight of a freshly showered Xandrios standing by the wall with a hammer in his hand. But it wasn’t the hammer that made me blush. It was his bare body wrapped in a towel that made me react. Even with his back towards me, I could see the muscles rippling on his body as he hammered a nail in. A large male guardian angel tattoo covered the entire span of his back.

“Hold on a second.” Angelina took a step forward and stuck her hand out to the guard, “Actually, can I do it?” The guard looked toward the stand reluctantly. Seeing that no one objected, he gave Angelina the tattoo needle and stepped down. “Well…Miss Chloe, have you seen this day coming?” With the tattoo needle in her one hand, Angelina grabbed Chloe’s chin with another hand and forced her to look up. “I bet you thought I would come back one day.” Angelina giggled, raising the needle. “But here I am, just for you. And we are going to have so much fun together…FOREVER.”

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.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

On the slender neck stood a graceful-looking fox with a stunning pair of eyes holding a blue sclera and sharp red pupils that emitted such pressure that could make one’s hair stand and even more astonishing was the glowing seven tails which stood majestically behind his back leisurely swaggering in the air while others caringly caressed the elf. A slight shimmer of red flashed behind the elf’s neck and on closer inspection one could see the conspicuous-looking red flower tattooed across the fox’s belly. Its presence in the dense of white made it even more glaring and with just a glance everyone was able to confirm that this truly was the GUARDIAN. OF THE ELVES

"Okay, okay, your right." Holding back tears, I grabbed my bow and a white feather, turning the feather into an arrow. Using the arrow to cut my hand. I smeared my blood all over the tip. Shooting it their direction, phasing the arrow through walls it hitting all seven angels at once. The arrow gathered their blood as well; mixing mine with theirs. Calling the arrow back to me with their blood now soaking it. Taking the blood from the angels, I rubbed it on the open wound of my hand. I laid back on my pillows, inhaling deeply. All seven angels were becoming mine. I felt each one bond with my soul. Like heavy chains being anchored to me. Forever bonded to just not one another but the rest of

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.

“Dr. Felix Lewis.” “Felix!” I said, the name tearing out of me. “I know that name.” My mouth opened stupidly, then shut again as if the sound of it had stripped me bare. “Does your husband happen to have a small tattoo of an angel at the nape of his neck? White hair? Big rim glasses?” Stella’s hand flew to her throat. She nodded, almost frantic. “Yes! Yes! That’s him. He got the tattoo when Noarah was born—oh my God—”

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.