Heart Under Blade Tattoo Novels & Stories

Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum. “What does it mean?” She asks curiously. My breath hitches at the feel of her warm fingers, making my voice sound husky when I respond. “It says, “Who wants to live forever?” She chuckles as she considers my morbid message. Before she can ask me another question, I take a deep breath and place my hand over hers. “Do you have any?” Sage smiles shyly as she sits up on the bed to lift her shirt’s hem, showing me the small tattoo decorating her hip. It’s a heart with rose thorns wrapped around it. My breath hitches at the sight of her firm stomach and concave belly button and the way her skin glows like a shining pearl in the moonlight. Biting back a groan, I run

"Then let them fear what they buried." The trees swayed as if listening. A cold wind moved through the glade. Then, a voice in his memory—Blythe's. "A crown is not a comfort. It is a wound that never closes." He touched the shard to his chest. It flared—and pain shot up his veins. He fell back, gasping. The Blood Burns His shirt glowed faintly. Underneath—his veins shimmered silver. He yanked the collar down and saw it clearly: a mark near his heart, once invisible, now glowing with lunar fire.

’ And immediately, even though, to my surprise, I want him to kiss me, I pressed my palms even harder against his chest before he could kiss me, and whispered, “F-Felix….I have; I need to ask you something.” He paused, but did not look alarmed. My eyes glanced from his deeply piercing silvery grey eyes, before moving back to the tattoos around his chest. Some of them are names, embedded in what looks like my favorite flowers. Right on the one drawn to his left breast, I can see the words, Hazel eyes, drawn intricately into a dahlia bud. My fingers traced the artwork slowly, like it’s a map, before it stops directly on his beating heart. I can feel the organ beat powerfully against my fingers

she rolled her eyes. Why did my heart stop beating? "There he is. Hey babe, come over here. Look who I found" She waved to someone behind me. Shit.

Some in memory of the lives I was forced to take and others to remind me why I was here, why I was so dark and hollow inside. Two tattoos held more meaning than the rest, though. The first is the crest for the Bloodstone pack. It sat just above my heart. Two wolves howled at the moon on opposite sides of a sword that sunk between a crown and shield—roses growing around the tip of the blade.

His dazzling blues watch each of my reactions and swallow them up whole heartily for as expected I am over the moon with delight and bountiful love for him. Then he clasps onto my wrist his thumb lingering upon my pulse and lays my palm flat over his beating heart against his tattoo. "Drahá." He beams down and my lips quiver a need to cry overwhelming me. This is the sweetest gesture anyone has ever done for me, he has printed 'me' into his skin for life. This proves just how much I mean to him body, heart, mind and soul. Drahá means beloved and this is why he chose the left side of his chest right above his heart as the location. "I had always kept this side untouched for I wanted to have y

My fingers itch to draw patterns on his hair dusted chest "Seeing something you like?" he raises an eyebrow at me. I smile at him as he leans in closer toward me so I can have a better look. I run my fingers across his hard chest and sexy abs. He has a scar across his chest on the breast where his heart rests. It looks like a slash or scratch, I can't tell. I trace it with my fingers and place my palm on it to feel his heart bit. It looks like someone wanted to pull out his heart. He places his hand over mine and I look at him.

I'll just stab your heart real quick, so you won't feel more pain,' Von immediately stabbed Kai's heart then slashed his nape so that he will be dead real quick. Von's tears started to flow in a repetitive pattern. His heart is like being pierced by a billion spears. His mouth is open too as he pants hard, stating, "Brother..."

When she heard Silver Moon’s impatient voice, she attacked and immediately focused on scarring her face that took the attention that was supposed to go to her. On the other hand, Blade was also confident beside Pierce. She brought two daggers with her that night although they weren’t poisoned so her smile was the sweetest while thinking that she’d love to eliminate one weak rival that was snatching Silver’s love for her. While Wildflower was taking advantage of Silver Moon’s defenseless back and Pierce was focused on making the beauty ugly, Blade put her focus on injuring the woman severely by directing her attack on her heart and abdomen. However, what the heck was that?

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.