Phoenix Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

Lori- right back shoulder! Xander- no I have a tattoo on my back, in middle almost lower back. Lori- yes a Phenix on fire!.. but I am talking about the wing like tattoo. It's like a hidden inscription or something but it's really beautiful. Xander- i only have one tattoo!... Lori would you mind if my brother come over?.. Lori- no, i want to go check Rossy anyway so you two can talk. Xander- we are mates, you need to be here too.

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

Maybe I was crazy, maybe not. My hand slid down the large bird on my neck and down to my shoulder and chest. It was mostly grey but had hints of orange and red in its feathers. Every ink on my skin was my own creation, all from this fucked up head I carried. My father hated tattoos so naturally I covered myself in them. The Phoenix was struggling to rise from the dark shadows. The shadows were everything and everyone in my life that burned me to ashes. Too bad I was the Phoenix and only rose stronger each time.

He has made it very clear that he wants nothing between us, and apparently that includes this too. Instead I watch him as he peels off his bloody t-shirt and sets about getting a bath ready for me. The tattoos on his back seem to come alive as his muscles flex under the ink. The image of five wolves in various poses in the forest makes me wonder if it is their wolves, him and his brothers. I wonder if the others have something similar too. ‘I hope you aren’t picturing my brothers without their clothes on.’ Phoenix admonishes as he swirls his hand around in the steamy water.

I went inside my bathroom to change and freshen up and was doing my night routine when she spoke. "I like your tattoo." She said referring to the tattoo of phoenix that I had on my shoulder blade. I was 17 when I got that. That's the only tattoo that I have on my body. It is not filled with colors, just a sketch of phoenix in blaack, not very detailed , more like silhouette. "Thank you. You don't need to worry about Ma and Pa. Sure there would be drama, a lot of drama but they will understand." My voice was soft, I could understand her anxiety and the way she was fiddling with her finger she was worried about the repercussions.

They didn't like the fact that she had marks of the phoenix; the marks of the phoenix only came on females. Makes sense why Tj was asking what was on my face; so what are the marks though? Are there other spots for those marks to appear and where? So many questions, I dive back into the book; There are three key places the marks appear, the face, the hands, and forearm, or the whole body; what they didn't know was that was the marks of an ice phoenix was the full-body, unlike the other phoenixes, where the marks were on the face or the hands and forearms. The marks dot, lines, and designs, but because there are four types of phoenixes, fire, water, ice, and earth. She is the rare type of pho

Sage must notice, because from my spot by the far wall she says, “It’s a phoenix. The phoenix dies and is reborn from the ashes. It symbolises rebirth, strength and transformation.” Well. Shit. It could not be any more perfect if it tried. I smile at her and nod at the design. “That one.” “Where?” she asks. I hesitate. I know exactly where I would like it, but I am not sure if it is possible. “I have scars on my back,” I say slowly. “I’d like it to be flying out of them. On my shoulder or the base of my neck, between my shoulder blades? Somewhere I can cover easily with clothing.”

the anchor read the news formally. Saanvi looked at the pictures playing on the screen. The word pheonix caught her attention. “ World wide search has been going on for the gang leader of Pheonix. We do not have any pictures of him or any of the gang members. Rumours has that, every members of phoenix has a Pheonix tattoo engraved on them, as the same tattoo has been identified on the dead body of each culprits...!" she read the news. Saanvi widened her eyes hearing this.

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

He pulled it from his shoulders and tossed it on top of his leather jacket on the chair next to the fireplace. Shaun's eyes were immediately drawn to the chiseled musculature of his back. It was as brutal as the rest of him, clearly defined muscles shifting as he moved. He had a black phoenix rising up his inked back, its wings stretched out across each of his shoulders, its beak pointing down. Her gaze strayed to the small round marks at the bottom of his back, near his spine. Bullet holes.