Natsu Fairy Tail Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

I commented on him looking frazzled. “Yeah that's an understatement, jilted females are insane,” he growled then waved at Reese. “Told you that you should have treated them nicer and Freddie did as well if I recall correctly,” she commented. Nathan made a raspberry sound and came near my desk. His eyes were staring at the drawing I held. “What is that for?” “Your mate is getting a tattoo after lunch,” Reese beamed. Rubbing his chin he looked at the drawing and me.

It was just questioning. This was definitely something suspicious. Adrian saw something peeking from the corner of his turtleneck. He bent down and dragged it to reveal a tattoo of a phoenix with its wings spread wide and a sword burning through it. The tattoo ran from his collarbone up to his neck. A sworded phoenix... This wasn’t good. All the while, everyone else at the fair was oblivious because they’d gone to a hidden corner. Lucia was still having fun with the others, unaware of the storm brewing with her at the center of it.

My wolf - My Nia! A snowy blanket wraps around her body, a golden moon tattooed on her forehead between her lilac eyes telling the world we are Oracles. Something else that shocked me is her fur. Lilac engraving is tattooed all over her body - her legs. She's beautiful. Still, we dance around each other. Dogging claws, tossing bodies. I save as many as I could, and I lose just as much. Freya's army is too big. It goes on for miles - but we're determined to win.

“I think the Nirathi is within us.” As soon as the words fall out of Kieran’s mouth, there is silence, and it’s as if everyone is holding their breath as they freeze, and it lingers for a moment before Riven breaks it. “What the fuck, man, that’s not funny,” Kieran casts him a glare. “Did I stutter?” “Why do you think that?” Cassian inquires. Kieran draws in a deep breath as he explains. “The omegas that came in; they have a tattoo that’s the same as the symbol. I am not mistaken.”

I look at him and he's peeking at me from under his arm and smirking. "What were you doing just now?" He asks intently and I smile. "Your tattoos. I've only ever seen the one on your forearm and wanted to look at the others." He sits up then, placing himself against the headboard. "Comne get a good look then." He pats his lap and I crawl over and straddle him, leaning down to look at the wolf one, my fingers tracing its shape. "That's for my wolf, Kiba." "Is he black like this one?" Nate nods. "That's almost exactly what he looks like. My artist took a few photos when I was shifted and created that for me. "Can I ask why you chose the vines and thorns on your arm?"

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

He placed me down against the tree and I trailed my hand down his ripped torso, making sure to feel every ab in sight before my eyes scanned the prominently defined V which led down to his shorts. “Nate, why is my birthday tattooed on your arm?” I looked up at him. “Be patient little one, the time will come.” And just like that, the dream ended. Every single time. It was clear Nate had been avoiding me as he never seemed to be around, even though my new friends told me he was usually heavily involved in the students lives. I shouldn’t care anyway, it wasn’t like anything had actually happened. Granted, we had a strange, intense moment but that was all it was… a moment. Nothing more, nothing

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

Ain't it fun? Nataliad dances again, of course, sexily dancing on the beat. She was still tweaking her hair up, teasing me more to reveal her bare back and neck. I noticed that she had a tattoo on the lower back of her neck. It's small, but I can clearly see what it says. Her tattoo says, "Hakuna Matata." Nice! Is it just a coincidence? Because I also have a tattoo like that on the back of my hips and a symbol on the back of my neck. ‘Meant to be? Yay!’ Okay, so what? Just with matching tattoos, does that mean we are meant to be? That’s absurd!