Panther With Wings Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

When he pulled the shirt off, and turned his back to me to show off his tattooed chiseled body, my breath hitched in my throat. His back was a masterpiece... dark ink sprawling across his muscle and skin like fire captured mid-motion. A phoenix, wings unfurled, rising through shards of shattered glass that shimmered faintly under the lamplight. Each shard was jagged, almost painful to look at, yet beautiful... the kind of beauty born from agony, not just vanity. The wings stretched across his shoulders, feathered and fierce, hiding faint ridges of scars beneath them. The closer I looked, the more I noticed the detail of it... hidden faces within the smoke of the wings, a woman’s eyes drawn s

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

His eyes drifted from the tattoo on her shoulder to the one on her back, and he traced the lines gently, following every detail of the black feline. “Are you going to tell me the story behind these tattoos, especially this one?” he asked. The crawling black panther was stretched on almost half her back, its long, lithe body climbing across her skin. He could see it was surrounded by thousands of almost invisible bloody roses. She smirked, glancing over her shoulder. “You’re so fascinated with my panther…” Magnus smiled and nodded. “I’m fascinated by you, kitten. No, seriously, as much as I like the phoenix on your shoulder, it’s this one that I find so captivating.”

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Or at least, I try. But my gaze never makes it to his face. Instead, it lands on them. His tattoos. Dark ink sprawls across his chest in a masterpiece of meaning I can’t quite decipher. Hawks take flight from his ribs, their wings stretching wide, as if fleeing something unseen. Beneath them, shadows curl into thorned branches, creeping toward his arms, where they twist into something darker—skulls hidden within the tangle, their hollow eyes watching. And beneath it all, symbols—sharp, cryptic, carved into his skin like remnants of a past that refuses to be forgotten.

One for men and one for women. The woman's curtains moved first as a large sleek panther stepped out. Its fur was a dark coffee brown color that was a few shades darker than Calix. The bright amber eyes dancing as Calix launched himself at the lean creature, hugging one of its legs. She was as tall as she was in human form, making her just a few inches bigger than me if you didn’t count her ears.

He stares at my arm, at where the sleeve of the jumper I’m wearing is rolled up enough and his eyes focus right in on where the tattoo is. I paid a small fortune for that tattoo. It’s a phoenix. It felt almost poetic at the time although I’d admit now it’s a bit cheesy. Its wings are inked into flames. It stretches over my forearm, not too big, but it covers what he’d done. How he’d marked me.

Patterning the insides of those wings were fur in every shade of gold from the lightest champagne to the darkest bronze. Like Ethan, his skin had become gilded gold, metallic and shimmery. Scattered across his chest and shoulders were more of those beautiful fur, glinting like polished copper in the weak light. She thought they were textured at first before realizing what she was seeing were his tattoos faintly patterning the fur. Letting her admiration travel farther up his body, she went still when she met his eyes. Like molten gold, they almost perfectly matched the color of his wings, and the pupils were no longer round, but slitted. Like a snake’s.

Perhaps, I thought, this panther was sent to me as a sign to find a way to protect the ones that were most important to me: Catalina and my unborn child. Placing my hand on her belly, Catalina and I exchanged an uncertain glance, a silent promise to protect our newborn from the shadows of the past. I held the panther close to my chest, and with a newfound resolve, I set out on a quest to uncover the truth one piece at a time. As we walked up the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if I was destined for success or failure?

Another sound of fabric ripping caught my ears and I sucked in a breath as he'd yanked off my shorts too. I was naked and highly aware of his heated eyes taking in every inch of my skin, lazily. Almost as if he had all the time in the world to admire me, no worship me. Then without a word, he reached over his head and yanked off his shirt. I tried not to gawk, but failed miserably. God spent a hell of a lot of time sculpting this man. He was hard and rigid in all the right places. A sleeve of tattoos ran up his right arm and on his chest is a large Pheonix in flight. His wings taking up the span of his pecs. My tongue grows dry in my mouth even as his hand goes down to the buttons of his pan