Novel & Cerita Heaven Sent Tattoo

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise. "Don't be afraid! I want to help you heal. I won't harm you." The blonde girl tried to reassure me. In her eyes, I felt she wasn't lying.

I dropped the book and excitedly sauntered towards them so I can have a look on his little surprise. My eyes widened and I slapped a hand over my mouth in surprise. Jupiter smiled expectantly at me. "Did you like it?" "Oh my God, babe! I love it! This is beautiful!" I exclaimed happily as my eyes were practically stuck on the tattoo. It's the astrological symbolism of my name, Juno. A scepter or cross with a star placed above it. "Oh, this is beautiful!" I leaned down and hugged him, trying my best not to touch his freshly inked skin. "You beat me on this one! Let's take a picture of it."

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

“The tattoo she’s drawing on your skin will connect you to a bird. You can always send it information.” He held his hand out, showing me the tattoo on his arm. “I have the same one as well. This means the bird is reserved for just you and me. once our use of it is over, the tattoo will naturally fade away” The woman stepped back as she finished. “If you wish to convene it, all you have to do is speak its name, it will answer.” Her voice was gentle, yet carried an air of worship. She turned to my father, eyes searching for confirmation. He gave a slow, solemn nod, the weight of unexpressed memories shadowing his expression. A strange cold ran down my spine, the solemnity of their words sinkin

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

Tomoya placed the book on the center table and opened it to the first page to where an inverted pentagram is drawn with droplets of blood covering the topmost part of it. “What in the world is this?” Kathleen muttered. “This sign is demonic,” Tomoya sounded different. “You see, Shane don’t really belong in the human realm to begin with.” *** “To where?” Kim couldn’t keep the confusion from her voice and looked at Junel who stood behind her. “I don't know,” Christian sighed. “She just left without telling me.” “Without telling you?” She repeated stupidly. “Didn’t you ask her?” Christian shrugged and turned to face Jade at the counter. “I’ll just text you when she returns.”

But something else pulls Heaven’s stare—a tattoo inked over every inch of his back. However, she later notices it looks more natural than a tattoo, or… something sort of strange to be on a person’s skin. The only reason an art would feel that way is if it had an otherworldly meaning, as in linked to extreme dark magic. Like… a curse? Heaven may not know much about the wolf world, but she certainly has read some things; like how the mark of a cursed wolf is a tattoo that drives down a bizarre feeling. The tattoo could be anything. It could be random dots. It could be the full-on image of a person. In all, it signifies a state of revulsion.

Azrael and Hunter have the same matching tattoos. It is just an inscription in Greek. I begged my dad and after persuading him for months he allowed me have it. I replied the message. Guess I have a date this Saturday.