Realistic Willow Tree Tattoo Novels & Stories

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Even as an adult I hardly visited this place there had always been too much to do in the central pack reservation. As I slowly approach the willow tree, I pull the note back out to check I had read it correctly…because other than the tree, nothing else was here. Without more information I would be searching a wide area like a needle in a haystack. Time seems to have slowed down in this spot, like some kind of time portal…the willow tree looks exactly the same, yet I have changed beyond recognition. A small breeze brushes past me, my hand rising to remove the stray hairs from my face.

He would stare at the apple tree you planted by the wall and count the fruit. "Whenever the blossoms came in, he would stay excited for days. "He kept telling me that once the branches were heavy with apples, it meant you were coming home. "And every time you did come back, he shared half the apples with the other children." "He would puff out his chest and tell them, 'My mom planted this tree for me! My mom is coming home!'" For a moment, Jennifer seemed to see it too: the small boy with his shirt gathered into a pouch, full of apples, running around and handing them out.

I hoped The path opened up into a small spring. There was a tiny waterfall that led to a pond of the clearest water you could see. It would be like glass if it wasn’t for the water fall sending ripples into it. The trees covered it nicely so there was shade over the whole spring. A Weeping Willow tree sat off to the side with a bench leaning against the trunk. “Lets sit down” I said as we made out way to the bench. “This is a beautiful area. How much do you want to bet that a lot of guys have brought women here to have sex with?” I said laughing

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.”

“Most are more ‘in the moment’ types of things, but there are a few that are close to my heart.” When she hears me say that, I see her fingers stop moving and she leans closer to look at where my heart is. She studies the intricate tattoo for a while and then I see her eyes light up and her mouth goes into a little O. The tattoo is one that is very special to me. It’s an intricate tree and while the base holds my family, the branches hold the names of the people who mean the most to me. Addison’s name is the first that I had done. It’s twisted and braided and there are small white tulips throughout her name.

The bark was wet from the constant spray of the streams. “Most of us call it the Twisted Oak,” Rowan responded to him. “Its growth pattern was altered by the waters that sprung from the mountains into the Oasis. But look more closely.” Rowan guided Alex’s attention with her hand to the space between the trees. As he looked around he noticed that there was something carved into all four trees. On two of the twisting oak trees positioned opposite from each other, a series of small circles were carved into the bark. Each tree had six circles cut away in a hexagonal formation. On the other two adjacent trees were six more circles carved in the same manner, except these shapes appeared to be pain

I ask warily. "I don't know," Willow says as she turns to look at me. "I don't know whose side she is on." "Why did you take the job?" I ask her quietly. "We could have gone into hiding." Willow snorts with laughter. "Faris will never stop hunting me. I cannot ask you to leave your pack." Brushing her hair off of her shoulder, I look at the mark that is slowly healing on her neck. I have never seen one quite like it. It is a crescent moon with a bright star in the center. Willow shutters as my fingers run over the mark.

He was taken aback by the fire in her eyes, but he smiled at her and nodded. "Anything for you, my love. Now, let's hash out the details. Starting with this tattoo here." he set the notebook down on the table, but Willow quickly picked it back up again. "I want to try something. Can you help me?" she asked him as she stood up. He followed her around the couch and started the fire for the fireplace.