Rose Collarbone Tattoo Novels & Stories

His mother was meant to place it around my neck on our wedding day. Just as I was about to turn away, Mia rolled over, her back to me. My blood ran cold. On her left shoulder blade was a blooming black rose tattoo. An exact copy of the one I used to have. The mark of the future Donna. Colter had designed it himself. He'd told me it was a brand on my soul. Unique. Irreplaceable. He wasn't just fucking a dancer. He was grooming my replacement. A younger, more obedient model. A cheap imitation.

I've seen Kale and Scott in a fight, and they both got down on each other real good. "Thanks for standing up for me" I tell Kale. "It's no problem. Scott would've probably had him six feet under by now" Kale said with a chuckle and I smile. "What're you getting?" I ask him, referring to the tattoo. "A skull" Kale grinned and I chuckled. "That's creepy" "There's no non-creepy tattoo to ever exist" Kale justifies himself. "A rose tattoo isn't creepy" "Yeah... untill you see blood dripping from it" he says and I cringe. Scott's Rose has thorns on it, and beside it, a heart. I guess all Tatts are creepy.

But not too far that I couldn’t feel her warmth. She settled instantly as I reached a hand to cup her cheek, tears drying, her breath coming out more steady reacting instantly to my touch. But as I turned her neck slightly, something caught my attention. When the moonlight slid across her bare shoulder, it lit up something I’d never seen before. A symbol. Not a bruise. Not a scar. A single small black rose, thorns wrapping around her shoulder like a bracelet, petals so perfectly inked they looked wet. The stem disappeared under the sleeve of her nightgown, but the flower itself pulsed with a faint crimson glow.

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

Another man planted his foot on my wrist and leaned down slowly. I growled and grabbed the nearest hand that reached for my face. Then I bit down on it. Blood flooded my mouth The man cried and punched me across the jaw. I could have sworn I saw stars behind my eyes. “Feisty one,” a voice said somewhere above me. He yanked my arms tying it with rope “Check the brand.” One of the men yanked my collar down. The old clan tattoo was visible now. It was a blooming rose with thorns . It was one that marked every ironvein daughter since the wastelands.

I opened my eyes, giving him a petulant look. " I found the perfect tattoo," he smiled, moving my hair out of the way and running his fingertips along a line behind my left ear, "I'm going to do it right here, little delicate blood-colored roses. Beautiful and with sharp thorns, just like you.” I took a deep breath, biting my lips, trying in vain to keep my body from reacting to him, then giving up. Bringing my hands to the back of his neck, I pulled him back to me, lying down on the gurney as I kissed him. Joshua brought both hands to the hem of the long t-shirt I had borrowed as soon as we got back from the cafeteria, lifting it without any hesitation.

"A little information. There's an invisible tattoo that lights up on her arm. Or if I had to say, the tattoo I'm referring to reacted when it matched the location of Zever's heart." That was right when Theo's rage nearly destroyed Verasco. He was already helpless, but the faint flashes of conspicuousness pulled Verasco back to consciousness. As he recalled, on Rose's left arm there was a tattoo of a rose blending in with the color of her skin, which came to the surface, even as each line of the red petals glowed gold. Verasco would not have seen any of that had Rose not tried to prevent and restrain Theo by clinging to the man from behind—a touch on the chest. Unfortunately at the same time

Robert sighs and begins rolling up his sleeve. He holds out his arm to us, and we all look at his normal-looking wrist. “An arm? Luckily Luke already has two, so he’s good,” Theo snorts. “Look again, but flare your eyes with your power,” Robert says. I allow my energy to pulse within me, and when my eyes flare with my gifts, I see what Robert is trying to show us. A tattoo of a ring, with four small shapes on it that look like cut stones. It’s unmistakably Cornelius’ insignia.

"He said he will arrive by 6:30 with his new toy. Don't worry about her, Lu hates her so much, he just wants to keep her as collateral damage" Alita froze, her lungs seems too cold to breathe as her heart pound faster as if it would explode. She needs to get to Rocco fast but who would she say she saw or what his name is, the only thing she noticed is that he has a tattoo at the back of his palm, in-between his thumb and index finger. A familiar tattoo but with the hint of something extra, it looks like two doves glued together but in different colors. Alita sat restlessly, she kept going to pee as Felicia and another lady she had never seen dressed her for the party. Her straight hair was c

The buttons near her collar had come undone—revealing the faint outline of a black tattoo. Briella’s eyes narrowed. That tattoo… ***