Heaven Sent Tattoo Novels & Stories

Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement. His soul, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, promised excitement and unpredictability. Caleb's gaze held a fervor that mirrored the blazing stars—a promise of a love that burned with an intensity that transcended the ordinary. In the celestial ballet of hearts, he was the wild comet, leaving a trail of passion in his wake.

“The tattoo you already have. The rose and dagger. My sister had the same one. Like, exactly the same, except hers was larger than yours. I was wondering how you ended up with that design?” “A-all of us have one. I mean, all of the Sentinel do.” Ayrelles puts her hand over her collarbone and looks confused. “It, um, represents our spirits’ journeys.” “The beauty of the journey is worth the danger.” Bronx and Les say at the same time. “That’s the Sentinel motto.” Les squints her eyes. “How did you know that?” Bronx rubs his hands together and looks past Les at a photo of Lenora, Ashley, and me on the shelf behind her. “Because that is what Lenora told me when I asked her if she was sure she w

As he spoke, he reached up and brushed the tip of his nose again. Right on cue, the rest of them chimed in, "Fine by me. It's just blind calling. Let's do it." When they all agreed, I let out a breath of relief. This was the very moment I had been waiting for after being reborn.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

She nodded. Fluffing up the flowers she brought for her father. His eyes stared at them as his hand reached out for one of them. "Such a beautiful shade of color isn't it Rose?" She hummed. "Too bad, I can't see them anymore" She stopped, her eyes staring at her father who stared right at her, emotionless. She took out a thin branch of Sage and kept it beside him. "Here, so you can touch them" He smiled nodding, "I will come to meet you, tomorrow father. I love you" He smiled.

Raven’s POV “How is your hip feeling?” Jonathan questions once Ares finishes wiping everything clean, and I smile. “Not bad, it’s mostly healed. Ares thank you it is so beautiful,” I can’t help staring down at the giant knotted red raven on my hip and thigh, falling in love with my first tattoo. The pattern is an intricate thick band with dark red edges, lightening towards the center overlapping itself creating knots. “You’re welcome, thank you for letting me do such an amazing piece, it suits you, you guide our people well,” Ares brushes his blonde hair out of his face, then hugs me and I nod very proud that I have others believing in me.

"Ooh thanks, Miss Kierra" "Does it have a meaning" "Not really, it's just a fancy tattoo. When I went to a tattoo shop I picked it because I liked the simplicity. It reminds me of our god the Moon Goddess" "That's lovely. A crown on a moon. It's a nice one. I can see that you are really faithful to her to even get a tattoo that reminds you of her " I said " Yeah I am" "I'll go back to the house to get prepared, I'll be waiting for you"

“I’ve never counted. At least three.” Her hand glides over my chest, slow and grounding, drifting downward — anchoring me to the present, to being alive, to her. And for the first time in a long while, the demons hesitate. “Is this where the iron went through you?” she asks after a while, her voice barely louder than a breath. Her fingers trace the tattoo on my hip, slow and reverent, following the ink that hides the scar beneath it. Two laurel branches — a symbol for her name — curve like angel wings, delicate yet strong at the same time. And a tiny heart.