Realistic Willow Tree Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Danny suggested I draw a larger tattoo to go over my girl to help cover the scar. She will always be there, just we will be beside her." I felt tears in my eyes as I looked at his drawing. He had merged our two wolves, facing each other. My girl had her snout in Kota's chest. "Wesly," I whisper as my fingers trace the wolves. "Do you like it?" He asked me. "I know it's a little larger." "I love it!" I said, and then I showed him my gratitude.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

Willow said, why can't his Aurora understand. "Willow, have you ever sat down to think if your mum or dad or your sisters would want your kind of life that you are living right now for you? Have you ever thought if they are happy with your way of life? Look at your dad or mum or sisters face and tell me if you have ever seen them smile whenever you are back from killing one of your victim's? In life if you want to become something, achieve something, win something ... then always listen to your heart ... and if your heart doesn't reply to you then close your eyes and take the name of your mum and dad ... then see you will achieve everything, everything that is hard will become easy ... victo

I said, settling into the empty chair next to my brother. The needle felt like fire when it first touched my skin, but I'd been through worse pain. The artist worked with practiced efficiency, outlining the tree design that would mark me as Brotherhood for life. Each line burned as it went in, but I found the pain almost soothing. Clear. Simple. Unlike everything else in my life lately. "You okay?" Ewan asked quietly. His tattoo was already half finished, the tree taking shape on his forearm in bold black lines. "Fine." I watched the needle move across my skin, leaving permanent marks in its wake. "You?"

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

-Cain- Willow and I lay in bed, fully aware that work awaited us, yet we had no desire to move. She nestled on my chest, running her fingers over my tattoo, tracing the lines while I caressed her back and sides, savoring the feel of her soft skin. The covers didn’t fully cover us, but our close proximity kept the chill at bay. “When did you get this tattoo? I don’t remember ever seeing photos of you with it, and you’ve been caught with your shirt off plenty of times,” she teased.

Elliot laughs nervously, “Yes she is.” I looked at David and asked, “Out of curiosity, what made you want to check it?” He replied, “Willow trees grow to those heights in full sun. They don’t do well in shade at all. Most of the time, if you see a Willow tree, there are no other trees around it. They like to hog the sunlight. They don’t play well with other trees.” I laughed, “Thank you. It looks like I have a lot to learn.” He smiled, “We would all be happy to teach you all that we know.”

I landed as I heard Willow scream. "Luke!" When I looked up there was a huge bear stocking twords me. Shit. Willow's eyes were huge as the bear came charging at me. I dodged the first swipe of it's massive paw but got caught by the next one. It threw me into a tree knocking the wind out of me and possibly breaking a rib.

I slumped heavily onto my bed, the evidence of my tattoo blatantly displayed on the screen of Willow's bedazzled phone. "It's pretty, I guess." I stared at the inked fruit-laden tree, its branches entwined with the tribal border of the circular design. Something felt familiar about this picture, but I couldn't place it. "It seems familiar." I eventually admitted, handing Willow back her phone. She nodded her head, sitting next to me and traced one of the stupid butterflies on my duvet cover. "I've seen a version similar to that in my dreams." I heard her swallow hard before she continued. "The guy with the black hair and ice blue eyes had one like that on his chest. Except his tree had no le