Pixie Dust Tattoo Novels & Stories

Lucky immediately kissed him to silence the noise as she continued to move her hips. Taji broke the kiss and lifted her up slightly and pulled a small velvet pouch from his pocket, he opened it, poured a small amount of dust into his hand, tossed it into the air, and whispered words Lucky didn’t understand, the dust began to sparkle. It looked like some kind of fairytale magical dust, which it was, Lucky thought to herself. She looked back at Taji in question, he smiled and removed his shirt and hers. “Now we can have some privacy, no one can see or scent us.” He whispered as he lifted her up, so she was standing.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.

he teased and I sighed. "Sadly, I do." "I got a new tattoo, wanna see?" He pulled his shirt over his head. I saw 'Ryder' written in calligraphy on his upper back. "Wow, it's so nice." "I know right? You should get one." "I told you and I'll keep telling you that I don't want anything except for piercings on my skin." "Okay,as your lordship pleases." "What should we try today?" "Hmmmm, let's blend pizza and hotdogs together to make a juice."

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

"Rath's parents had high hopes for him." "To what? Be a pain in a royal's ass or just be a royal pain in the ass?" I huffed. "Either would make them proud." Tiernan laughed. "Pixies are all a bunch of miscreants at heart." "Tattooed miscreants," I added. "Well, that is how they got their name." He shrugged. "Right." I nodded as I recalled my lessons on pixies. "Pixie, from the term pict-sidhe. Tattooed fairies."

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

“You are?” The pixie answered with her nose and lips pointed out. “A pixie as you can see. And I say you will only pass through the gate if you answer three of my riddles.” She carries this green vibrant pair of eyes, a strange floral mark on her forehead, and a band of weaved leaves around her head. Wearing all in lime emerald shade, her hyaline wings, her runty grass-like dress that cuts off in her pygmy knees, and her leafy shoes that extends up to her patella. She has this white crystal-like hair braided so long that it outgrew her size, pfft. “What are you laughing about?” she again voiced that I chuckled the second time.

Our souls are where our good and bad intentions lie. “You don't want that sweetheart that’s for the humans. If you want to feel like you're up in the air surrounded by purple skies, then you want Sparkle.” Ghost looks over his table, and when his eyes land on shimmering pink dust. “You snort it like cocaine. Have you done that before, sweetheart?” “No, but you can show me.” She rubs his thigh again as she leans a little more into him, allowing her breasts to touch him lightly.

She placed it carefully into my palm. A crystal no bigger than a fingernail, glowing softly pink. I stared at it. “For me?” She nodded proudly. Then, with one last chiming laugh, she launched herself back into the air and disappeared into the stream of lights dancing above the camp. Another pixie drifted down from the night sky a moment later, this one glowing a bright shade of blue as it fluttered in a lazy circle above us before making a direct path for Rhys. It hovered in front of his face first, studying him boldly, then landed right on his shoulder as if it had every right to be there.