Realistic Willow Tree Tattoo Novels & Stories

HOLDEN’S POINT OF VIEW We then reach a park, and my feet don’t need a guide to take me towards an ancient tree that stands out from the rest. It calls to me. The Eternal Tree. It's huge, with branches stretching out like wise old arms, and its leaves are perpetually green. As we approach it, a warm, calming energy envelopes us, and I take a glance at Willow. She looks so… Peaceful. “Do you feel that?” she asks, her voice soft, almost reverent. “It’s like… Like the tree is alive. More than just a plant. It’s… sentient.”

Asim comes around and licks the tip, sucking just the tip in then swirling his tongue as I thrust in and up. “Fuck yeah!” Raff calls out. Willow comes around and kisses him. Admiring his swirling tattoos and the strain of his muscles and finally commenting on how pretty the piercing on his tip looks with all the silvery spirals. “I could look at you in this lighting all day and all night, admiring every curl and dip and the way your ass swallows our mate’s cock. I’ve seen nothing more beautiful,” Willow whispers. She trails kisses over his neck and chest. I feel his heart rate quicken and his body thrumming stronger and I am getting near.

The twigs were yellow, and green foliage fanned down, giving an indication of spring. He knew this tree; he had seen it several times before. "Yes, it is called the Weeping Willow. A familiar tree that symbolizes grief, sorrow, and mourning. Yet it also symbolizes rebirth and vitality," Sabine said as if reading his thoughts. He memorized the image, taking in all the little details.

"That's certainly not the room she's staying in, although it does look remarkably similar." Through some kind of wizardry, Nik had the picture blown up into creepy proportions. Another sigh of relief washed through me when I realized that Willow was right. It wasn't me. Nico snorted. "Not even close." He pushed his face closer to the screen. "Is that a thigh tattoo?" Nik zoomed in some more a little lower on the sleeping figure's leg. "Yeah. A skull and roses." She looked back into the camera. "Jessa, you rebel, I had no idea."

Thankfully, she jumps back in time and only ends up hitting the ground with a loud thud, groaning out in pain. Before the bastard can do anything else, I jump out from the tree, flying through the air at a hundred miles an hour, landing on the fury back, digging my hands into it’s back until it yelps out in pain. I give it a tug to the right, forcing it to fall over on it’s side as I prepare to sink my teeth into it’s thick neck. But when I look to find a good spot where I can end it’s life quickly so I can get to Willow, instead I look up and find Willow on the ground, her eyes locked on her arm as it gushes blood. Her hand is clasped to it, but she’s in too much shock that she can’t compre

The last thing I needed was another confrontation or opportunity for him to demonstrate his contempt for me in front of a guest. "Do you think this will fit?" I lifted my eyes from the crisp white shirt I was holding, only to find myself staring directly at Thaddeus’ bare torso. My breathing quickened involuntarily and heat flood through my entire body as I took in the sight before me. The tattoo I'd glimpsed earlier was now fully visible - an elaborate design that extended from the base of his neck down to the middle of his well-defined chest. The artwork appeared to be stylized tree branches rendered in black ink, delicate and artistic, with small leaves and what looked like birds nestled

She'd worked on it for three months, and the contract had finally been signed. The text from earlier had almost made her forget about it. "Sonia, you—" Willow stopped abruptly as her gaze landed on Sonia's back. The rose tattooed behind her shoulder was glaringly obvious. "What's wrong, Willow?" Sonia looked like she had no idea what was going on. She even positioned her shoulder so the tattoo showed even more clearly. Willow's heart sank. Before this, she could tell herself that the photo had been edited. But could she still lie to herself when the tattoo's owner stood before her?

A six-sided shape like a flower, each petal connected in the middle, with one straight line cutting right down the center, top to bottom. Scratched into the wood. Not gouged deep, just scratched. Careful. Like whoever did it knew exactly what they were drawing. I stood there frozen. My wolf pushed forward again. I’d seen that symbol before. I was almost sure of it. Carved into the bark of a tree. Right at the edge of the Blackwood Forest

She said she was horrified, and suddenly the old tree showed its eyes and mouth. "Illusion tree?" Nara said slowly. An illusion tree where the victim will feel the illusion of life that the victim wants to feel. Then the tree will manifest and refuse to return to the real world. Even that person will die, and at that moment the illusion trees will absorb the energy of their victims.

I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"