Realistic Willow Tree Tattoo Novels & Stories

She kissed his chest and smiled when he wrapped his arms around her. “My god, woman,” Quinn said with a smile on his face. “What’s wrong, Quinn?” Willow asked as she sat up, looking down at him. She traced his muscled chest, finding scars that she wanted to know all about. The tattoo on his chest was amazing as well. The weeping willow tree had a dragon wrapped around the base. The dragon’s tale looked like the limbs of the tree. She traced the dragon for a moment, then smiled up at him.

She slowly started walking her fingers across my chest and tracing my tattoos. “I like these.” She said as she continued to trace them. I had the wilderness I love tattooed across my chest and arms. Bear, deer, birds, owls, rabbits, badgers and of course wolves all amongst the trees and forest that they lived in. “Oh yeah. What is your favorite?” I asked lightly.

Raven demonstrated the gesture of slitting a wrist. Gia’s mouth hung open in shock. She’d heard of obsessive love, and Willow seemed to embody it. Then Gia felt the irony. Willow was like a willow tree—supposed to be a symbol of comfort and peace. But Willow’s personality was the opposite of calm and peaceful. To Gia, Willow seemed like a spoiled child prone to explosive reactions. Attempting suicide was a crude, desperate way to try to win a man’s affection.

Karina said. "Okay... we can do that." I said. she didn't wait for me to say twice as she started to run into the woods and I followed her. I didn't think that things will turn out this way but I was actually having fun for once, our wolves run together and they played and got along so well. "Come, I want to show you something..." Elena said. I followed her and soon we came up on a huge willow tree which was almost identical to their sacred willow tree. except that this one had leaves that glowed, it was gorgeous I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

“Yeah, I think that would be a good distraction.” “The ethereal realm is the most wonderful forest, filled with magic and mystery. Tucked away in the realm are some of the most amazing plants I have ever seen. There is a lake in the center of the forest. On the edge of the water, there is the most beautiful weeping willow. Magic radiates from it. Iridescent blooms dangle down on vines and dance in the breeze.” I paused for a moment to smile, reminiscing. “Each of those enchanting blossoms represents a werewolf. Selene uses the tree to create mate pairs for us and even you. I’ve seen her create a pair. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.” “It sounds like a lovely place.”

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 had notice something growing on its trunk, a smooth bump that was a size of a person’s face, worrying that it was a parasite he had tried to gently claw it off, but deep green liquid had ooze out, he had gotten scared, afraid of hurting the tree and decided to let it be, That night he had slept on the roots of the willow. Restless he couldn’t shake the feeling of violence inside of him, his beast growling and twitching, he wanted blood, he glanced back from where he stood pressing his face on the tree as if telling her he would come back, he ran. He needed to release such anger. ...

I start to hyperventilate, and I automatically shift due to not be able to breath properly. Thomas POV We were laying by the river. I was watching Willow’s wolf. Her wolf was a sight to see. A beautiful black, like an Alpha, yet she was more petite. In the sunlight the markings under her black fur had a gold sparkle. I had been assisting Willow with her research under her fathers’ orders to stay close and we believe that the markings were of Celtic origin. I’ll admit I cared a lot for her and somewhere along the way my feelings for her became more sincere. I followed my orders, but I didn’t need to. She was intoxicating to be around and there was something different about her that drew me in

"Check the roots, Kaelor. This willow isn't just growing; it's hiding something." Aradaa’s voice cracked, a dry rasp that barely carried over the whistle of the wind. He leaned his weight against the massive, gnarled trunk of the weeping willow, his fingers digging into the bark. The tree was a freak of nature in this wasteland, its long, sweeping branches forming a curtain of silver-grey leaves that scraped against the parched earth.