Pixie Dust Tattoo Novels & Stories

he asked, and she nodded. "Storm's marks are glowing iridescent tattoo-like markings embedded in her skin... some gorgeous flower patterns... When she was a young single woman, she was gorgeous, but now she is a perfect work of art..." Paige said, and I chuckled. My daughter has always been a work of art. She didn't need him to glow with her magic. "Well, I am sure you were two peeping Toms staring at something private for them as a couple..." I said and she shrugged.

I knew Christian's birthday was coming up and I wanted to surprise him. " I didn't know that! Where? “ " I'd better tell you in detail later " I disagreed. " I love your tattoo, what does it mean? " One of the girls asked Cam. " ohhh it's the serotonin molecule, it's the happiness hormone " she explained shyly, touching the design marked on her skin. " Well, since you're from the area, tell me about Davis' tattoo, it's really cool " Juddy lowered her tone. " Not just the tattoo, right," Claire added, drawing laughter from the girls, who cast discreet glances at Christian, making my blood boil, although I limited myself to putting a fake smile on my lips.

“OK, losers, why don’t I give you some options? Here we go: Option 1: We can start with tattoos for each of you. I am thinking the word ‘SLUT’ would look really good tattooed across your backs and foreheads. We could do pink for Paige and black for Luna Cassie. Option 2: We can give each other pedicures and manicures. Of course, for yours, we would have to remove each finger and toe from your body first, so it might take a little bit longer than normal.

I looked over at Lir, his face an impervious mask as he hid his emotions, but I knew he was kicking himself for letting me out of his sights at the ball. We had even bigger problems now, though, because not only was this pirate strong enough to mess with my head and make me forget my entire evening with some magic I had never encountered before. She was travelling with a damned pixie, and those two together would indeed cause more trouble than good. Pixies could temporarily take fae magic away with the pixie dust on their wings, just like they could temporarily make humans fly or turn shadows into living things. It was a nightmare, and it was a big reason why pixies weren't allowed to live o

The glass windows ripple like water. "Now look," she says, showing the shapes moving on her arms. The glowing structure behind them is identical to this new mythical looking diner. "This tattoo was a dream. Just abstract shapes that I remembered. I thought they were fragments of memories. Now, I don't t think that's it at all. Or not all of it. Look here." She pointed at where a glowing orb pulsed beneath her skin. "That's the Wolf Moon. Vuko is also looking now, frowning at the wisps of light and shade moving like shadow play beneath her skin. The original static shapes of the tatoos she had have gone. This, this is magic. And it's alive.

It wasn't a sandstorm; it was a Data Blizzard. When the first gust hit us, the air screamed with the sound of a billion simultaneous dial-up tones. Tiny, microscopic fragments of silver silicon and polarized dust pelted our heavy cotton robes. Every time a particle touched my bare skin, a tiny flash of static electricity flared, hissing like a drop of water on a hot skillet. My black waveform tattoo didn't just throb—it became a lightning rod. Arcs of pale violet energy danced between the geometric lines on my skin, drawing the metallic dust toward my arm like iron filings to a magnet.

My hands get clammy as Rodrick continues. "The only way to stop yourself from getting affected, one must not inhale the dust or avoid it at all cost. Male pixies are only able to make dust when they are searching for a female pixie to mate with. Female pixies are only able to make dust when their eggs are fertilized."

I want more. I sit up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only my panties. Scott wet his bottom lip as he stared at my breast, before his eyes connect with the tattoo on my stomach. He stops. "You weren't kidding huh?" He asked, lowering his head to stare at the black paint on my pale skin. "Nope" "My Phoenix" he reads it out, a smile on his face. "You got this for me" He says and I nod. "You didn't have to babe"

He held his arm up, pointing to the sky above, and the pixies shot off his finger one by one, darting into the sky like stars above, but instead of diamond white, they filtered through pastel hues. They turned blush pink and lilac, swirling in the sky until they stopped and formed a pretty picture in the sky above the pack. It looked like a bouquet of flowers and I giggled, seeing them so productive together in this painting. The other wolves of True Mates all cheered and clapped, enjoying the dainty picture overhead. Oscar whistled and they came back down, spreading little drops of dust on the entire pack like bees drop pollen when they fly off the head of a flower. It was incredible to see

Were those? “Oh my god!” Wynter shouted. “Pixies?!” I exclaimed, turning to Raziel. His smile was the biggest I had ever seen. By the look on his face, I could tell he was pleased with my reaction. “Yes, darling.” He purred. “But, I thought they were extinct? How are they here?” I exclaimed. I had always heard the stories of Pixies and Pixie Dust. They used to frequent the world, living in trees and shrubbery. Mostly found in forests and hidden grottos. They liked to remain secret, hidden from the world when at all possible.