Raven Wings Spread Tattoo Novels & Stories

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

This one shimmered with an inner violet light. Raven smiled faintly. “Thank you,” she whispered into the night. The feather dissolved into smoke and sank into her skin, leaving a small, intricate tattoo of a raven in flight on the inside of her wrist. It pulsed once, then settled. She heard soft footsteps behind her. Victoria stepped onto the balcony, wearing only a thin robe. She wrapped her arms around Raven from behind without a word, resting her chin on her shoulder. “You felt it too?” Raven asked quietly.

When he pulled the shirt off, and turned his back to me to show off his tattooed chiseled body, my breath hitched in my throat. His back was a masterpiece... dark ink sprawling across his muscle and skin like fire captured mid-motion. A phoenix, wings unfurled, rising through shards of shattered glass that shimmered faintly under the lamplight. Each shard was jagged, almost painful to look at, yet beautiful... the kind of beauty born from agony, not just vanity. The wings stretched across his shoulders, feathered and fierce, hiding faint ridges of scars beneath them. The closer I looked, the more I noticed the detail of it... hidden faces within the smoke of the wings, a woman’s eyes drawn s

His pleasurable moan as he spills into me shoots desire to my own lower core. “Evelyn…I….” His breathing is sharp as he pulls me back to him, tasting his own remnants on my lips. “Ssshh…we should head back…” I smile gently at him, letting him know words aren’t necessary at this very moment. He stands walking around me, giving me a full display of his well built ass. The tattoo on his back is never hard to miss, it covers from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, back rib to back rib. I’m still not sure it’s an angel or an eagle, it’s seems to be a mixture, but what does catch my eye is the name under one of the wings.

I said, and he nodded. "Also, I want you to look into a girl named Sienna West from the Black Claw Pack. Keep your investigation discreet," I said. Raven had refused to let me know who had tried to assault her. She probably knew that I would hunt whoever it was. When Cade left, I pulled back the sleeve of my shirt to expose the tattoo on my arm. I stared at the rose tattoo, wondering why it had appeared on my skin. Thinking back on how it had appeared made me remember the painful spark that had coursed through my arm the moment I touched her. She was definitely a witch. She just didn't know it yet.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

Logan zoomed in slowly, letting the image sharpen into focus. A black raven enclosed in a crescent circle. The symbol sat clearly at the back of the driver’s neck. Logan’s voice dropped into something colder, heavier as he turned to face his boss. “Raven's Clan.”

Raven buries herself in my arms, holding the twins between us and nuzzling her face against my chest. “Hey, I promise I will be back. I also made sure to scent some of my clothes and your favorite blanket, it should help you relax a little. I will also mind link you each night to check in.” I reach out towards Kitty to lift Aiden up into my grasp. “Good, I know I’ll be going crazy until you are home, I only just got you,” Raven softly speaks while gazing up with her sad red glowing eyes. “I know I only just made it home to you and I’ll do it again,” I reassure my mate before pressing my lips to her temple, then pressing my forehead against hers wanting her to know I will keep my promise. I t