Morning Glory Tattoo Outline Novels & Stories

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

I took a small step closer without deciding to. My eyes moved across his shoulders and then I saw it. On his back, centered and clearly the most carefully rendered of everything there. A woman beneath a full moon, a veil drifting from her in a wind that only existed in the image, her hands reaching toward something or someone just beyond the edge of the ink. The detail in it was extraordinary. The veil rendered in fine lines that caught the morning light differently from the rest of the work, the figure beneath it given presence without a face, the moon above her enormous and full and casting a light that existed only within the frame of the tattoo.

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.

It was a sacred ceremony. The high priests adorned the couple's bodies with sacred tattoos. Juices from the moonflower also known as morning glory were combined with some herbs which held magical properties. It was sunk beneath the skin in intricate patterns. It was said that the stronger the glow, the stronger would be the bond. When Jake asked her if she would like to be part of the ceremony before their mating. She had readily agreed.

A searing pain flared on my shoulder. I gasped, gripping the spot with trembling fingers. It burned—like fire licking beneath my skin, like being branded from the inside out. I tore off my sleeve in a panic. And stared. There, etched into my skin, was a tattoo I had never received. A moon—full and luminous, its edges swirling in a storm of blue ink that shimmered in the light. Beneath it, foreign script curved in delicate strokes, and on each side of the moon were two strange, symbolic markings I didn’t recognize.

For a moment, Gu Mocheng thought his eyes had been mistaken, but the truth stared him right in the face: a tattoo on the back left side of her waist. It was not odd for girls to have tattoos, especially girls with strong personalities like her. However, the tattoo’s design was one he really did not wish to see. A red crane flower bloomed enchantingly at her waist. It glowed especially brightly--vivid and dazzling. Gu Mocheng was not unfamiliar with this tattoo. It could be said that he was very familiar with it. That was because people with these tattoos were his arch enemies.

My dress was short-sleeved and long. There were a lot of flowers out here tonight. The ceremony was being held behind the pack house. I checked my arm, expecting to see red, enflamed skin; instead, I found a blue mark in the shape of a flower. It looked like a morning glory flower. It was as if someone gave me a tattoo. “What’s wrong, Gabbie?” Kade asked, reaching for me. “I don’t know. I didn’t have this a few minutes ago.” Kade thumbed the new tattoo. It didn’t brush off. Kade rolled up his white shirt on his left arm. My lips parted when he showed me a bright red paw tattoo on his forearm.

"And…I got something off him. During the fight.” She held up her phone. Liora crossed the room and took it. A photograph. Blurred at the edges, bad lighting — taken fast, maybe mid-struggle — but clear enough. The inside of a wrist. A tattoo. Intricate. A wolf's head in profile, geometric, something woven behind it that looked like a crescent or a gate or both at once. Lettering beneath that she couldn't quite read. Something about it pulled at her. Like a word she almost knew.

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

Even then I could still swear that I could taste it in there. Next, once I was sitting up, I brought my wrist up to my face. On it, was the tattoo. It was done is a now what looked black in. The tattoo itself was fairly simple. It was a rectangular box, inside of which was a shield with a sun on, much like the flag of the country we were in. Behind that shield were two interlocking spears. Apart from that, there was some kind of writing below the image, but I had no idea what any of it meant. This was the first time in this place, that I had encountered this. In fact, as I thought it seems like I was incredibly lucky to not have run into this kind of problem before. After looking at the new