Monarch Butterfly Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Then why not a tiger, a dragon, or whatever else is trendy right now?" "I got it when I was sixteen, and like any teenager, I saw deep symbolism in the tattoo." "What kind?" “People can shoot at the target as much as they want, thinking they're hurting me. But in reality, they'll be killing a butterfly.” Tenderness and admiration flood my chest, and my eyes begin to tingle. Obeying the impulse, I lean toward him and touch the black circle with my lips. "That means they're bad shots. I know she's alive and will always be here."

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix. The tattoo was incredible, and I knew the magic Gerald possessed played a large role in the tattoo. The colors were bright against my pale skin. Shimmering shades of scarlet, orange, yellow, and gold intertwined and mixed within the spread wings of the phoenix. What surprised me most were its eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green, an exact replica of my own. Just as I pulled on my t-shirt, Gerald came back into the tent. I watched as he cleaned the surrounding area and tidied up his work station.

Kenji pulled down part of the collar of his coat from the left side of his neck, exposing a black butterfly tattoo with spread wings just above his collarbone on the left side of his neck. Yuri’s eyes widened when she saw it. And now that she actually looked closely, she can see that a black chain was also looped three times around Kenji’s left wrist, from which a silver crescent moon pendant engraved with the Roman numeral of two hung from. “This is the mark of the Phantoms,” said Kenji, pulling his coat collar back up again, and looking at Yuri. “There is a reason why the mark of the Phantoms is the butterfly. It is for the sole reason alone that the butterfly is the most mysterious and al

When did they care about me ever? So I decided to get a butterfly tattoo with the letter Z on the center in neon pink and green. I had it drawn over the scar on my arm. When the artist was done, I was actually glad I did it. “Why the letter Z?” Marie asked. I laughed. “Maybe that’s my prerequisite for your little game. I’ll hook up with a guy… only if his name starts with a Z.” Marie glared at me. “Are you freaking kidding me? You had to choose the most difficult letter in the alphabet?”

?” I enquire. His smile says, “I can teleport.” “Then why are we using a car if you could get us there in a bat of the eye?” “Car rides are fun.” He laughs. “I believe that it is my turn to ask the questions, what’s your favourite colour?” He enquired. “Brown.” was my response. Since discovering the butterfly tattoo on his back this morning, I’ve been wondering, “What does the butterfly tattoo on your back mean?” “It isn’t a tattoo, and I don’t know what it means. It’s just a marking that I was born with.” He said. A mark? Who would have done that? Dimitri asked, “If you had the chance to meet anyone, who would it be?” “My little cousin, Diego.” I responded, “I haven’t seen him for fifteen y

tattoo and he had gotten a lot thicker in mass. "Is that a....a tattoo?" I asked not knowing how to feel about it. He had on a white long sleeve shirt so I wasn't able to see it clearly. He then took the shirt for me to see and what I saw surprised me. Kristrin had a few tattoos, one included a phoenix tattoo across his back, a crown tattoo with the word King on top on his left shoulder to the front, more like the collarbone. One of a lion on his right shoulder and a small tattoo of an eye that looked distinctively a lot like mine.

Listening to Luke’s soft voice, Hope's eyes flutter open, and she gasps in amazement as she sees the tattoo on Luke's chest. She shifts from my lap to Luke’s, her eyes glued to the tattoo. “Daddy, it's so pretty!" She exclaims, caressing the butterfly with the crown. "Do you know what it means, Hope?" He asks her, stroking her hair. She shakes her head, glancing at him. "No, Daddy. What does it mean?" "This butterfly with the crown represents you and Mommy," Luke explains. "The butterfly is Mommy, and the crown is you, our little princess. And the words below say, 'My life,' because you and Mommy are my life."

“I’m going to put something on now!” “Nice tattoo, Aldo!” Adia teases. Yeah I have a tattoo on my ribcage, no one really sees it unless they see me shirtless. Nova hasn’t said anything, but I doubt my tattoo is the first thing on their mind. It’s a flaming phoenix . Knowing I was the only survivor of the crash that killed my parents and maternal grandparents makes me feel a bit like a phoenix. I’ll need a purple butterfly over my heart, for Nova.

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.