Heavens Gates Tattoo Novels & Stories

Or at least, I try. But my gaze never makes it to his face. Instead, it lands on them. His tattoos. Dark ink sprawls across his chest in a masterpiece of meaning I can’t quite decipher. Hawks take flight from his ribs, their wings stretching wide, as if fleeing something unseen. Beneath them, shadows curl into thorned branches, creeping toward his arms, where they twist into something darker—skulls hidden within the tangle, their hollow eyes watching. And beneath it all, symbols—sharp, cryptic, carved into his skin like remnants of a past that refuses to be forgotten.

His hands gripped the hem of his sweatshirt, and in one smooth motion, he pulled it over his head revealing a sight I never expected. I gasped. Tattoos. His entire chest and arms were covered in them. Intricate, ancient symbols that swirled down to his wrists. Every one of them looked deliberate, sacred. "I never knew... you had more tattoos. I thought it was just the one on your neck." He smiled faintly, a quiet curve of his lips, then shrugged as he moved to unbuckle his trousers. "There are runes not tattoos. Each one was drawn by the Moon Goddess herself," He said. "The one on my neck... it's called Moon Tide. The most important one."

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."

One he wasn’t sure he understood, let alone like. “Man,” he muttered, giving Jim back the joint. “Yeah, I know.” Jim showed him the picture of her tattoo. “That symbol means heaven, and this is how much she believes in God. In God and in free will.” “Can you even believe in both at the same time?” “Looks like. I can’t quote her argument, but it was pretty coherent. Outta the box, but logical.” “If you say so.” Jim motioned for Sean to look at the rest of the pictures he’d taken in the morning, while he searched his phone for something.

He quickly put his hands down and unbuttoned his shirt, then looked at the left side of his chest and saw a tattoo where there was once a clear patch of skin. The tattoo was of a very colorful galaxy, there was a large circle in the middle with a black line forming loops around it, there were two smaller circles, one above the big circle and one under the big circle, the whole piece was colorful and beautiful. "Daisuke, where did this tattoo come from?" [That would be the trace of the stone. It forms a barrier on the outside of your body. This is to protect your body. There will also be a mark of sorts on your soul to make the protection hold. This means that it's permanent.]

The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear. The rays of the studio's dim light highlighted Athena's delicate porcelain skin, creating a subtle contrast with the dark ink that would soon adorn her skin. The tattoo artist, with secure and precise hands, began to carefully trace the points that would form the celestial figure. Athena closed her eyes, feeling the slight vibration of the tattoo machine on her skin. A sensation of itching and warmth took hold of her, but it was pleasant; rather, it was as if the stars themselves were dancing on her skin. The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the nee

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

In an instant, Philip recalled the information about the Heavenly Court that Fennel showed him last night. Everyone in the Heavenly Court had a tattoo for identification. It was the logo of the pearly gates. The black ones represented the guards, bodyguards, thugs, and so on. The silver ones represented the management of Heavenly Court. They had some strength and power. The golden ones represented the core personnel of the Heavenly Court, the leaders. In other words, the young man in front of them was actually the core personnel of Heavenly Court! His status was not low! In an instant, the expressions of Philip and the others became very solemn.

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

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi