Roman Wilson Butterfly Tattoo Novels & Stories

Waverly glared at his arm, which was covered in numerous tattoos, forming a sleeve, with the Crimson Shadow sigil placed in the centre. He pulled out a sketch pad and then a pack of pencils. "I heard you like drawing and since Sawyer's been so busy with the Lunar Eclipse coming up next month, I thought I'd bring you by some entertainment." He stretched out his hand, showing a tattoo of a wolf, with its tail wrapping around each of his fingers. Waverly slowly met him in the middle and took the book and pencils. "Thanks…" she said curiously. Even though she was weary of the man in front of her, it had felt like forever since she had scratched the surface of a new sheet of paper.

"What do you mean, Aunty?" "It seems you're rebelling against us. You go out and get tattoos. I mean they're small and not that visible, but still —, " she shook her head and exhaled. "Aunty I'm sorry you guys feel that way, but each of my tattoos means something to me. The one on my wrist is Dad's name, the one below my left rib is Mom's name, and the butterfly behind my ears represents my transformation. I was once a broken child, and now I'm gaining confidence as the days go by," I told her.

I say, staring at her. She raises her head, batting her eyelashes. I smirk, manipulative. She gets up, and she struts towards me, twirling in circles as she advances towards me, I sight a large butterfly tattoo on her back, her brown hair is plaited into three braids. Taliana Black is a very beautiful woman, but her beauty is not mine to adore, it's someone else's. "Ca_den."She enunciates my name, a grin on her face.

She stared at the screen, sniffing. “A woman,” she whispered. “I didn’t see her face. She came to the hospital and asked for me. I met her in a ward. Men, big men hid her from my view but when she wanted to pay me, she put out her hand and I saw a small butterfly tattoo on her wrist.” I frowned. “Butterfly?” “Yes,” Ally said, “Small, black, right here.” She lifted her hand to tap on her wrist. “Please Mr King, I am so sorry. I needed the money. My daughter's going through-”

Her small hands clutch the rosary as if it’s both a burden and a lifeline. Then I see it. A black butterfly, its wings the color of dried blood, flutters through a jagged hole in a shattered stained-glass window. It circles Marisol once, twice, before landing on the silver chain of the rosary. Its wings leave a powdery smear, like ash. The butterfly’s wings flex once, etching twin skulls into the air—identical to the one on the windowsill last night—before the darkness swallows us both.

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

“I want wings, but not little ones…I want the top of them to be bones and the rest to be feathers..I want them to wrap around my legs and hips to my stomach…I also want them across the backs of my arms and in between them I want two white wolves facing each other…one with a blue dragon on its left shoulder and the other with a purple dragon on its chest…and each one is to have a gold crown above with sapphire gems in the crown above the wolf with purple dragon and dark purple gems in the crown above the wolf with the blue dragon on its shoulder.“ Elleanna said as she stretched out her arms so Red could do the work. “Oh that’s a sweet tattoo….” Red said with a smile before she started working

Winston grabbed Millie's wrist and spun her around, pressing her against the wall. As he did, he noticed the butterfly tattoo on her back. Suddenly, a blurred image of a woman flashed through his mind, overwhelming him with a surge of emotion. He found himself struggling to catch his breath. Pinned against the wall, Millie glared at Winston, fighting and cursing, "Let me go!" Winston felt extremely uneasy when he spotted her butterfly tattoo. Tightening his grip, he demanded, "How did you get this injury?"

The tattoo artist gestured for her to lie down on the bed, his eyes already focused on the task ahead. "Let's get started," he said, his voice professional and detached. "What design did you have in mind for this... reminder?" Emily's voice was firm. "I want a tattoo of butterflies." The tattoo artist nodded, "Beautiful choice. But you said you wanted a tattoo to remind you of the wickedness of the world..." Emily's expression turned resolute. "I never said I was done talking. That's not all. I want you to add flaws to the tattoo. Blood and a spine tree."

He stopped midway through the sentence. Almost hesitant. His eyes shifted downward briefly. Toward her left hand. "I like the tattoo." His finger pointed lightly in its direction. A small butterfly design nestled between her thumb and index finger. "It looks really neat." Mary glanced at it. Then back at him. "Does it mean anything?" he asked. A smile appeared on her face. A real one. "Yes." "Yes It does." Mary raised her hand slightly so he could see it better. "It's a butterfly with an M shape worked into the design."