Novel & Cerita Rose Collarbone Tattoo

In its place hung dark, silver-embroidered banners bearing the mark of the Shadow Hand—the ancient, dark circle bound by three silver spears. Selene looked down at her left hand, where Kael’s fingers remained tightly intertwined with hers. The crescent-shaped birthmark on her collarbone throbbed with a gentle, steady warmth—not the burning, agonizing heat of the curse, but a calm, resonant pulse that mirrored the steady thrum of Kael's heart beside her.

This was the first time I saw Cyrus complete naked and he did not disappoint. He was silent though, which was unlike him. “I got a new tattoo, but I don’t want you to feel weird about it. I just wanted to have a memory of you.” I looked at his body to see what he was talking about and then I noticed a large wolf on his ribs. It kind of looked like Thea, it even had my blue eyes. One side of the wolf’s face was covered in flowers. “It’s still healing, so I can’t go swimming in the next few weeks. I wanted two things to represent you. The flowers and the wolf. I love both sides of you.”

It's a low cut neckline, an ivory colored fabric that looks to be made of silky threads that hug her curves perfectly. The waist is tied at the back and as she turns I see the corset styled dress back, showing off her spine and an inked design I've not seen before. Holy crap! My jaw drops open and I just gape at her, walking closer to see the tattoo better. It’s beautiful, an intricate design of cursive writing and a singular red rose underneath the words, and I love him. I run my hand over it. When she turns towards me, her eyes are filled with joy and immediately, tears pierce the backs of my eyes. She's so happy.

I reply, pulling my pants up and making sure I’m good before I scoop Rosie up bridal style as it seems appropriate. I carry Rosie to the tattoo guy and she gets her tattoo. I decide her left shoulder is a good spot. I wanted to have her do it on chest, but I know a chest tattoo isn’t ideal and would probably give her parents a heart attack if they saw. I thought it would be a pain to make her cover it every time she has to see them. So, the shoulder seemed better and easier for her to cover. She takes the tattoo like a champ and when she is done we decide to head home.

A permanent one. She looked down at the collar and noticed how beautifully crafted it was; it was a dainty collar of rose gold leather and had a small lock on the back. There was a pendant with a small letter ‘K’ affixed to the front, and inside was a branded inscription: ‘I Would Bleed For You, As You Have For Me.’

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

Every member has a Necklace or bracelet or ring embodied with a claw holding a rose, dripping with blood. It is the cutest thing ever and there's a crown right under the droplets of blood, I didn't encompass the crown but it's a mistake I took as fate when the jewellers made them. All these items can be worn by all but the necklace, and tattoos are according to rankings.

The tattoo had been left to heal, and remaining true to the promise I made him, I hadn’t looked at it; no matter how much I was itching to. Gulping, I closed my eyes as he gently peeled off the plaster. “This is my way of claiming you, Rose,” he said and kissed the exposed skin of my shoulder. He removed the bandage, and I slowly opened my eyes. On their own accord, my hands came up and covered my mouth as a gasp escaped my lips when I saw the beautiful drawing that had taken over the hideous scar. It was a motorcycle lost to time and consumed but a wildflower bush. The vines wrapped the metal in their embrace, and big red roses bloomed around it, claiming it. Right next to it lay a huge gra

She would be free. “It has been brought to our attention that you recently took a mate. Do you understand that mates are a distraction in our line of work and a potential weapon to be used against us?” said Elder Rolland as he approached her with the casting iron. “I understand,” said Coralis, looking at him as she wondered if it was a veiled threat. Elder Rolland pressed the casting iron three times on Coralis’ skin where her EBEE tattoo was. The three burned lines formed what looked like a triangle. Lines all intersected with each other, except that each line would not exactly end where the next one began.

“It goes away after a few weeks.” Her eyes lit up. “Can I get one too?” Rosa ruffled her hair. “Of course, princess.” We picked our designs—Rosa chose an intricate floral pattern for her wrist, while I opted for a delicate crescent moon on my ankle. Francesca, of course, insisted on butterflies on both hands. As the artist worked, Rosa smirked at me. “We should get real tattoos next time.” I scoffed. “I don’t think Alaric would be thrilled if I came home with a full sleeve.”