Precious Tattoos Novels & Stories

It wasn't heavy, nor was it large—impossible to guess what it contained. Peeling away the wrapping, she revealed a silk-lined square case. Inside lay a delicate bracelet, elegant in its simplicity. No ostentation, no gaudy jewels—only fine craftsmanship and understated grace. Tiny black diamonds shimmered faintly along the band, exuding a mysterious nobility. Sharon's breath caught. She knew this bracelet. It was called "Eternal"—the legendary creation of master jeweler Muses, his final and most celebrated design. It was priceless, sought after worldwide, with no replicas in existence.

As he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to the tattoo, I literally shiver and close my eyes, losing myself in the touch of his lips. "It's perfect," he murmurs against my skin, his voice full of admiration. "And it makes your body even more beautiful." The way he looks at me, the way he touches me—it's as if he's worshipping every part of me, and it makes me feel cherished and desired in a way I've never experienced before. I smile down at him, stroking his hair. "I got this tattoo for someone special, someone who would truly see me, inside and out," I confess in a soft tone, feeling happy from deep within. "And I'm so glad it's you, Sky."

She said. Right now she was smiling at the memory… but I knew she wouldn’t be for long. “Later that night when I got ready for bed I went to take off my necklace. The one my dad had given me.. with the stag etched on it. Just like this one….” She held up her arm. She’d had a stag tattooed there for years. It was part of her love of all things nature. And she fancied the creatures.. thought they were magical. She’s gotten the tattoo ages ago. Instead of the gang tattoo the rest of us got when we were eighteen. Now she had both.

Why would I have a memory that didn't include sight or smell? I’m having these thoughts while lying nude on a hard bench as the queen massages Imperial Imperial oil, the same oil Ona used to heal my wounds, into my skin. It is a tradition in royal weddings that we are anointed with this oil, preparing us for joining in body and soul. Primus will be going through a similar ritual with his siblings. From here we will bake in the early morning sun, allowing its light to kiss us from head to toe, after which they will paint our bodies with runes for health, prosperity, and fertility just before they mark us with our marriage tattoos. Primus and I decided on a simple, traditional symbol, a mount

He gestures for me to look down, and as my gaze shifts, I gasp. He is shirtless now, and on his chest, a tattoo is engraved. A butterfly with a crown above it is inked, symbolizing me and Hope. Just below this thoughtful artwork, in elegant cursive script, is the phrase "My life." As he approaches me, I fix my eyes on his tattoo, tears of joy welling up in my eyes. I never thought that on the first night after marriage, Luke would give me such a precious gift. He knows my taste in gifts; expensive jewellery doesn’t mean much to me. But this, this is priceless.

“Do you have them?” “Of course.” From an inside pocket of his deep purple tunic—his only concession to Sundrop’s style—Baz produces a small, carved wooden box. I take it and open it immediately. Just in case. There, nestled into the velvet cushion, sit two rings of carved moonstone. It’s the one Dun’s Crossing tradition I wanted to bring with me, and an echo of the tattoos Estrella and I already have. The carvings catch the light—on each, one half of a heart shines.

she explained everything clearly to the brothers making them stunned. They didn't know the deep meaning hidden behind her tattoo. Now their gazes again trailed to the tattoo at her back and they hands shot to caress that tattoo. They didn't know why it seemed more special and precious to them. They caressed her tattoo softly earning shaky breaths from her due to their sensual touch. They never thought that someday, someone will think so much about them.

"I have never seen such a beautiful mermaid like yourself." Aziza smiles, her cheeks glowing with a gentle blush, clearly touched by Trent's sincere compliments. She signs, "Thank you, Trent. I appreciate your kind words about my appearance, and it means a lot to me. As for your tattoos, they are truly striking and hold a certain allure. Each one seems to carry a story, a glimpse into your experiences. I had thought of getting some myself someday, but I don't have many experiences to tell stories of."

I saw it, and gasped, tracing my fingers across the lines. “This tattoo looks familiar… like I’ve seen it before.” He smiled smugly. “It’s not a tattoo. It’s a Sigil, burned into your skin. I have many more but that is preserved for when someone sees me naked.” I rolled my eyes at him. Who wants to even see him naked? “Why so many?” I asked. “Why would someone want to draw tattoos that much? Is it not painful?” “No, maybe, yes. For little girls like you, it might be.” The corner of his lips raised up.

engraved on it. The limited-edition forest perfume—he had queued for days to get it, but it was a scent Selena had once blended. A moonstone necklace with a totem at its base—he said the twin wolves represented our love, but the pattern in the middle was the Saintess’s exclusive emblem. All these details I had never paid attention to before now unveiled themselves before my eyes one by one. Someone else had long since taken residence in his heart. I've completely given up.