Monarch Butterfly Tattoo Novels & Stories

He traced the small tattoo on the upper-right side of my chest. “What does it mean?” he asked without taking his gaze off me. His curious face was as mesmerizing as when he was seriously working in the office. I looked down and stared at the rainbow-colored butterfly-shaped tattoo. “A symbol of welcoming a new life and escaping the confines of an asshole.” He gave a small nod, but his expression turned hard. “So, you equate yourself with a butterfly?” I smiled slightly. “I made it to Monaco when we first met!” His gaze dropped to my breasts. His long fingers stroked the underside of my right breast. “Another tattoo?”

My jerremy coiled out, wrapping around his butterfly tattoo again, when its purple wings nipped with magic. “Your ink,” I asked, “is that what’s controlling your nature?” “Do you like it? Such a clever tattoo with magic woven into it that hides my Curse, when appearing nothing more than the mark of the Alpha Empire, where the Purple King butterfly is our national emblem,” King spat out, flinching as I reached to touch the tattoo. I instantly pulled back. “I’m sorry, it’s just so…”

But I'd taken what I could from it. I'd gone to a tattoo artist the very next week. Described the placement, the shape, the size as best as I could from what Alexander had said and from photos I'd managed to find. A butterfly. Small, sitting just below the collarbone on the left shoulder. I'd had it done and then I'd waited for another opportunity. Hoping that if Alexander was vulnerable enough again, confused enough, I could make him believe for long enough that it would matter. That closeness, even mistaken closeness, might lead somewhere real.

Althea remains by my side throughout the whole process, alternating between chatting with both Bailey and I, and touching me either by running her fingers through my hair or just whispering her words of encouragement into my ears, the pride and certainty obvious in her voice steadying me even more. By the time it’s done, they both help me to sit up then Bailey wheels a kind of mirror towards me— one that brings my nape into view. I catch the reflection of my tattoo, and my breath hitches. The phoenix is perfect—every feather, every line meticulously inked into my skin with the bold yet subtle touches of reds and oranges to depict the flames clinging to the wings of the legendary creature. A

I looked up at my mentor, my eyes holding a near-fanatical seriousness, mixed with a hint of vulnerability. A butterfly that truly emerges from its cocoon shouldn't just be beautiful. Its wings should be marked by blood, by the scars of its struggle. That's the proof it broke free." Even indoors, despite the heating, I was bundled in thick long sleeves and pants. Only a sliver of my slender neck was visible. The massive glass wall of the studio acted like a cold mirror, clearly reflecting a new tattoo behind my ear—a meticulously designed butterfly. The break in its wings cleverly covered the faint scar left behind by a shard of the crystal chandelier that had fallen in the Blackwood family

"Who are you?" He just smiled instead of replying to me. "Ms. Horton, this isn't a tattoo. Don't worry! But this ink can't be washed off. Only a special solution I mix can remove it! Without the solution, it would take at least a month for your skin cells to regenerate... You don't want your husband to find out you have a butterfly tattoo here, do you?"

The gold dust on the butterfly’s wings fell in tiny showers. “It’s still not enough. It doesn’t hurt enough,” she whispered. Her fingernails pressed into her palm without thinking. A faint brown mark appeared there. It was an old wound. “The butterfly that can truly break out of its cocoon must carry blood.” Yvette wore long sleeves and pants. In the warm studio, only her neck was exposed. The glass wall reflected the new butterfly tattoo behind her ear. Its broken wing perfectly covered the scar left by the chandelier that had fallen back then.

“You don’t want to get to know me Kaden, you just wanna get into my panties.” He grinned. “How about I wanna get to know you and also get into your panties?” I smiled,shook my head and said nothing.My eyes caught sight of the sexy butterfly tattoo on his neck and I felt the urge to run my fingers over it. "May I?" I asked hesitantly, reaching out my hand. Kaden nodded, granting me permission. My fingers made contact with his neck, feeling the raised ink under my touch. The colors were even more vibrant up close, it was dark with the wings having a mix of blue,hue and gold.

The tattoo artist gestured for her to lie down on the bed, his eyes already focused on the task ahead. "Let's get started," he said, his voice professional and detached. "What design did you have in mind for this... reminder?" Emily's voice was firm. "I want a tattoo of butterflies." The tattoo artist nodded, "Beautiful choice. But you said you wanted a tattoo to remind you of the wickedness of the world..." Emily's expression turned resolute. "I never said I was done talking. That's not all. I want you to add flaws to the tattoo. Blood and a spine tree."

she smiled widely at them as she rose from the foot of the tree where she sat. "I have a question though," it was the same kid from earlier who had asked who the Vampire King was. "What unique tattoo does he need to find?" "Oh," Dua chuckled, "I have a sample here." She rolled up her sleeve on her right arm, revealing a delicate jacaranda branch wrapping around the her right arm, with small, intricately designed flowers and leaves spreading towards her shoulder. The flowers are a vibrant purple hue, gradating from light lavender at the tips to deep plum near the branch. The branch itself is thin and curved, with tiny buds and leaves sprouting along its length.