Rose Collarbone Tattoo Novels & Stories

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

The delicious tingles sent electricity through my body all the way down to my core and I let out a soft moan. After he licked the wound, I pulled him down by his collar and sank my elongated canines into his collarbone that was exposed after he unbuttoned the first three buttons of his white dress shirt. Licking the wound, I smiled proudly looking at the mark that had formed. A crescent moon behind a white wolf with a crown tattoo on it’s head.

He’s like an eternal human cushion that likes to be cuddled up at all times. “Possibly.” I answer evasively, watching him under my lashes as he slides down into a more casual seated pose and keeps staring at me. I try to focus on anything else other than the way he’s watching me eat, and notice an unfamiliar tribal symbol on his collar bone, just above the main part of his chest work that joins to his sleeve, that I never noticed before. Not surprising really, he’s not ever sat naked in front of me while my eyes wander freely. “That’s new, isn’t it?” I point at the little Celtic type line running up his collarbone perfectly, acting like a border to the rest of his black ink. Looking for a di

After wrapping up the wound, she tied a knot with the end of the bandages. "Errr." Justin grimaced as he frowned in pain. "Does it hurt?" She raised her eyes to look at him. "Yes." This time Justin did not deny it. It was indeed painful! Anne wrapped more lightly. Suddenly, in her sight, she saw his right collarbone. What was that? Why had she not seen it before? On his right collarbone, there was a tattoo with a wing, and there was a letter engraved on it. Although it was small, it was very clear. It was the letter "A".

The collar was made of white framed by yellow gold, and the white gold was tooled in a twisting pattern that reminded her very much of Rhett’s knotted triangle. “What does the pattern mean, daddy?” She asked quietly. There was a strong feeling of recognition, as if destiny or fate had connected the Triquetra and this vampire with her, like the looping, linking designs that both used to symbolize what they were. “It is a design special to me, belonging to my family,” he explained. Any other vampire who saw that design tooled into the collar would know who she belonged to, she thought, or that she belonged to someone, at least. Like the Triquetra, Talen was marking her as being his.

I will go back every time until I meet my mate or even a vampire who is looking for the same kind of love I'm looking for. I put dangly diamond earrings in and two golden bangles on my left wrist. My hair is in a beautiful updo with a few strands framing my face. I apply mascara and red matte lipstick that will last through the night, but nothing else because I don't want to hide too many natural features. I slide my dress on and zip it up in the back before checking myself over. The sweetheart neckline shows just enough cleavage to be sexy but not enough to scream desperation. My tattoo written in cursive across my collarbone is showing. My mom was angry when I got it. Not because I was mar

His wolf will give you his mark that will look like a tattoo on your collar bone. I instinctively rubbed my tattoo. I have a tattoo on my collar bone already! Does this mean that I...that I have a mate?! If it is a claiming mark, then the design should have your mate's color of wolf and your mate's name will be visible for all to see! I will have to get a better look at it when we get to Oregon. I was pulled out of my thoughts as our food arrived. The aroma made my stomach growl and my mouth water!

I asked, unable to see what she had painted onto the silver. "I painted a rune of liberation on the collar," Chloe said putting the pot and paintbrush down. Suddenly the collar began to burn white hot and I gasped, unable to breathe. Tor was by my side in an instant. "What is happening?" he growled as he went to reach for me. Chloe put up her hand to stop him.

Her eyes swept over him slowly. From his lean, muscular torso, down the ridges of his abdomen, and across his inked chest…and that was when she saw it. A tattoo. One she hadn't noticed until now. It started from beneath his left collarbone, curling like smoke across his pec, down his ribs, wrapping over his left shoulder and down the length of his arm. It wasn’t just art..it was storytelling ink, a tapestry of symbols and sharp lines. A Roman centurion stood at the heart of it, helmet tilted upward with a stare to the heavens. Surrounding him, a serpent curled and bled into feathers, and beneath it, Latin script ran along the bottom edge like scripture.

Alfred waved his hand making the dome disappear. Throwing seeds on the snow Nara yelled ‘eight drills’. Large thorns grew from the seeds; some crawled on the bear’s foot and drilled into it while others tried to penetrate its chest. Chevy whose leg was partially healed removed the cork of a tiny bottle then splashed the green liquid inside on the bear arm. The bear growled in agony. Its arm began to corrode. The bear detached its hand from its shoulder knowing fully well that if it wasn’t careful its whole body would decay.