Lucifer Fallen Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

“The problem is where to get the soul washed up.” His soul was tainted. I knew it. Every sign screamed at me to run. To hate him. To protect myself. And yet… My fingers brushed against the faint mark he left on my neck, the reminder of his touch. My body still remembered the way it trembled under his hands. How could the same man who terrified me be the same one my body ached for? Even Lucifer was once an angel. Beautiful, adored and radiant before he fell. Leonardo was no different. A fallen angel, cloaked in darkness, tempting me with forbidden fruit.

Gave him everything, just like he’d asked. Moments passed, and they stayed just like that: still joined, kissing gently, not speaking. Finally, he pulled out of her, rolled off the bed. He covered her up with the sheet, already missing her slim curves. Fuck, he was going to miss her for the rest of his life – and it had already started. “Be right back,” he said lightly, not giving anything away. She nodded, watched him leave the bedroom. The Fallen Angels tattoo across his entire upper back was gorgeous, and for the first time, she saw it that way. On his body, a symbol of hatred and fear became strangely beautiful.

“I was being followed?” “And it doesn't seem like something as simple as just following.” Adrian added She dropped the photos like they burned. “I didn’t mean to trap you here. I wanted to keep you close while we figured things out,” Adrian added. Lucia’s pulse roared in her ears. She felt naked, exposed. Her entire body screamed to run. “This is crazy. Why would anyone be watching me?” Adrian reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a single photo. It was a close-up of the man’s neck to collar bone, rough and tanned with a distinct tattoo inked. A burning Phoenix with its wings spread wide open and a sword running through it.

he chuckled. “What does your mark look like on me?” he questioned, lifting his body off of mine. His cock slipped out of me. I almost cried, no longer feeling full. Eyes fluttering to Luci’s chest, it was a beautiful, small lamb hovering over his heart. I giggled, seeing the God of Destruction now holding a tattoo of something so precious looking. “A lamb,” I touched it. His wings shuddered, shaking my wings from its hold. Luci went speechless, holding his hand over it.

Still, the pack murmured, and Layon laid a hand upon Angel's furred shoulder as he urged her, "Angel, shift and show them the truth." Though she knew what he was asking her, for a moment she was merely frozen in fear, unable to do anything until he stroked down the length of her back. Finally she began to shift, standing before the pack as naked as the day she was born. Layon gripped hold of her hand and squeezed her fingers even as he urged her around to reveal the scarring he'd left upon her shoulder, showing his own in the process. "We are marked as fated mates for all to see!"

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…

For a full minute, I do nothing but gawk at the intricacies of ink beneath ripping muscles. “You have an angel tattooed across your back,” I whisper. He turns, but only half so I can see his face and still get an advantaged view of his tattoo. “Not just any angel.” I peer closer to study the fine lines and shadows etched into his skin. “He looks like he lost everything and still chose to fight.” He chuckles lowly. It’s a gravelly sound that echoes pain. “That’s the point.” My fingertips hover, itching to touch, before they finally do. He tenses at the first contact. “Why a fallen angel?”

Taloc retorted out. "I am the Lucifer who fought with the Creator and his Angels." Lucifer said reintroducing himself once again. "The Angel who was given the name ' the fallen Angel', I am the fallen Angel who was chased out from the sky by the Creator and his Angels. But I am famously being known by my other name, Lucifer." He added. That stopped Taloc who turned to look at the man. He noticed the few things he had missed. The dark eyes, the only chain in his neck even as he tried to cover it with his hair.

Here I thought his tattoos were only on his hands but turns out it wasn't only them. His back was full of tattoos but one caught my attention in particular, it looked like an Angel that's on its knees, the wings looked broken and above it were two hands, holding one another tightly with the word brother written underneath them and above the Angel… the fallen angel. Ray loved his brothers more than I could ever imagine, to the point where he tattooed his own body with a constant reminder of it. Something I could never have unless it's Malia we are talking about. Alana, focus.

"I don't like her sleeping you know... I like to see her blue-green eyes staring at me, they are so unique.." Nicolai pecked her lips and covered her till chest with the silky bedsheet. Lucifer got up from the bed and turned around. Nicolai and Vincent were still lying beside her. "Lucifer when did you got that tattoo..." Nicolai asked and lucifer turned around with a frown. "Which tattoo?..." "The one below your neck..." Vincent pointed. "No I haven't... What are you talking about..." Lucifer asked confused and their eyes widened.