Phoenix Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

I say, twisting my head so I can see my image on my mate's chest. When Emmi and Phoenix marked Ajax, her image covered his entire chest and stomach. Unlike her, I don’t have a feathery tail, so I had to make do. I growl with possessive pleasure when I see my mark on Yhen's chest. My wings are fully extended, stretching all the way across his chest and up to his collarbone. My large head covers his heart, protecting it. My image is blowing a large stream of fire that extends down his stomach and circles around his side to his hip bone. My backside is positioned on his sternum between his pectoral muscles. My back paws, which are tucked against my stomach, just touch the top of his stomach. Th

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

The photo. That men’s jacket. Structured and fearless. Dark, commanding lines softened by movement—lined with fire-toned accents, the phoenix subtly worked into the design like a secret only the wearer would understand. My pulse roared in my ears. My fingers trembled as they brushed the phoenix pendant resting at my collarbone—the one Damien had given me. I scrolled. And there it was. The message I’d sent him in the middle of the night, stripped of hesitation, honest to the point of danger:

He just stared. His eyes lingered on her face and then it worked its way through her body. He found an image, more like a tattoo which was on her arm. It looked more like a bird published with blue colour, which had a horn in the middle of its head and a tail of many feathers. Its beak was indescribable and would not really be seen due to the way the colours were outlined. This tattoo reminded him of a story his mother told him. An all too familiar story.

And what I see has my eyes going wide as I suck in air. “What? What is it? Is it a bad burn?” he asks, looking down and trying to see what I see. When he sees, he frowns. “What is that?” “Mutual submission, like I said,” Phoenix says. Ajax’s chest from his neck to his groin and across both arms to his elbows is covered in an image of a phoenix in flight. Her tail feathers even extend down his thighs on both sides. It’s as if she’s tattooed his entire body with her image.

A happy and satisfied smile crept up Phoenix's lips as she stared at the necklace in her hand. " Thank you... Mom. I needed this " She said, and put on the necklace. The necklace had a pendant which was the structure of the Phoenix bird. " Goodbye " Phoenix added and turned, heading to the door. As she turned, the necklace around her neck glowed and so did the back of her neck. A mark more like a tattoo can be seen printed on the back of her neck. The mark was the symbol of the phoenix bird, the same symbol as the one on her necklace...

"How do you know I am a phoenix and the Rose? I'm still confused. And who is the evil of all evil?" "This..." Orga pointed to his shoulder. Arabella glimpsed a dark tattoo, a tiny bird with large bright wings. It didn't look like a tattoo, it seemed more like a birthmark, and she felt he had tried to conceal it with charcoal but failed miserably. "All phoenixes comes with a birthmark, and you, Arabella Collins, had all the phoenix mark on you. It is a large birthmark, and it pulsates and emits heat when you touch it."

he asked her suddenly but in a low whisper. Hearing his answer, she looked at him. This time his wide, muscular and tattooed chest could not escape from her sight. Various tattoos were made on his chest and as she had once seen in the corner of his neck, it was a kind of horrible but bold tattoo laid on his neck. Actually it was a tattoo of a phoenix bird that started with his muscle but the texture of its long wings was reaching his neck. And at that moment also, she had only seen the wings of that bird because his body was covered with his shirt.

He carefully peeled back the bag’s opening further, revealing not Mack’s face, but his chest. Carved into the skin above his heart, precise and deep, still oozing dark blood diluted by the rain, was a symbol: A stylized, abstract Phoenix, wings spread in a cruel curve. And beneath it, a single word, etched with surgical precision: **ANCHOR** Leo stared, the rain soaking him, the cold fury in his chest freezing into something absolute. This wasn’t just murder. It was a message. A signature. A declaration.

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.