Phoenix Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

Every pattern of his tattoos was unique, there was a phoenix on his left arm, but it was bathed in blood, what could be the story behind that I wondered. “What are you staring at? My tattoos?” he inquired holding up his arm and touching the phoenix drenched in blood. “I got this the night Emiliano disappeared” he smiled, then clapped his hands together. “Well then with that out of the way, it's time to finally head home sister….. Or rather, excuse me “Mrs Donattelli” Sounds amazing doesn't it?” he laughed maniacally as he gestured towards the door. I started to move towards the door, I gave Becky another glance but her beautiful face stood perfectly still, maybe it was my mind playing tricks

He doubled over grabbing his right wrist with his left hand. "Fuck!" Teddy hurried to help him, his brows knitted in confusion. “Boss?” Ted groaned. “Water…Teddy…water! Fuck!” But just as soon as the pain started, it stopped, and right there in the middle of his palm was the Phoenix emblem. Sweating and breathing heavily, Ted straightened, frowning at the strange laceration. “What the fuck is this?!”

The pain in my chest was already at the maximum with worry about our pups, but to know that some women and children perished only made this nightmare truly horrific. Still, I had to choke all this down because Phoenix was a killing machine that no one could get close to. I wouldn’t let anyone get close to her. This was the retribution she needed and then we’d deal with this ‘Eden.’ I watched with bated breath to witness this piece of shit be sent to hell.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

I whispered, “You were amazing.” He pulled back and beamed at me. “Did you see my roll? And—and how I dodged and flipped him?” “I did! I don’t even think I could have done that,” I laughed, brushing his hair from his face. He puffed his chest. “The warriors say I’m strong. That I’m brave.” I kissed his forehead. “You are. You always have been.” He held up his arm, showing me a fresh tattoo inked onto his forearm. A beautiful phoenix with its wings spread in mid-flight as it stood in flames.

“And I love you. Sofiy, these past few months with you have been incredible and I’m so lucky to have you in my life.” I pulled him in for a kiss before Luca sat down in front of me. He opened his little box and the charm inside was perfect. It was a miniature Phoenix, the sprawling bird tattoo he had covering his chest. I loved that thing. I licked the outline of it every time it came into my vision as we tumbled around in bed. He hooked it to my bracelet, and I pulled him in for a kiss before he could even say anything. “I know it’s only been six months, but I hope it morphs into six decades,” he said.

I chuck on my black and green trainers and put on a bit of mascara. I look myself over in the mirror and twirl around. The large phoenix tattoo sitting on my back full on display when I pull my hair up into a bun. The phoenix is made up with whisks of black, brown, red, orange and yellow, like she just flew out of the flames. Her wings span across my shoulder blades and her head looks down to her tail that spreads down my spine and across my lower back. I got the tattoo a week after my nineteenth birthday, the damn thing cost me a small fortune. Looking back on it though my bird is worth every euro I spent on it. The intense colors saturated perfectly and the detail is outstanding.

Exactly what I'd needed. And now, today, we were finishing the tattoo. The phoenix was ninety-eight percent complete. Today I'd add the final details to the base of his spine where the falling figures reformed into new shapes. Where destruction became creation. Where the entire piece would finally come together. "You're thinking too loud," Julian mumbled against my neck. "Come back to bed." "Can't. We have the final session today. I need to prepare." "The studio isn't going anywhere. Stay here. With me."

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.