Rose Collarbone Tattoo Novels & Stories

I ask as a smile lights up his handsome face. Looking down he picks up my hand and places right over his heart. “You have bonded our souls together when you gave me the greatest gift last night.” I look down at my hand remembering my spirit telling me that now we will never lose him in this life. Lifting up my hand so I can see his chest. The skin is still puckered and red, but a design is starting to form around the teeth marks. It is a silver rose with the full moon shining down on it. “It looks just like mine but smaller.” I say as my hand touches my collarbone that is covered by my shirt.

They moved over my face, down my throat, and paused—deliberately—at the neckline of the thin cotton camisole I wore around the apartment because it was warm inside and I had stopped thinking about being seen and also because I thought Adrien wouldn't be home. Just above the fabric, where the neckline dipped lowest, the rose tattoo sat in soft crimson and black. Delicate petals. Thorns curling beneath them like a warning wrapped in beauty. A remnant of another life, pressed permanently into my skin by a man who had once said I should carry something beautiful forever and had turned out to mean something entirely different by it, Julien. Adrien's eyes darkened.

“The tattoo you already have. The rose and dagger. My sister had the same one. Like, exactly the same, except hers was larger than yours. I was wondering how you ended up with that design?” “A-all of us have one. I mean, all of the Sentinel do.” Ayrelles puts her hand over her collarbone and looks confused. “It, um, represents our spirits’ journeys.” “The beauty of the journey is worth the danger.” Bronx and Les say at the same time. “That’s the Sentinel motto.” Les squints her eyes. “How did you know that?” Bronx rubs his hands together and looks past Les at a photo of Lenora, Ashley, and me on the shelf behind her. “Because that is what Lenora told me when I asked her if she was sure she w

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

But close enough to the spirit of Lysander’s betrayal. Cyprian leaned back. He tapped his fingers on the leather armrest. He looked at her reflection in the darkened window. The image was ghostly—a woman in red, superimposed over the passing city. In the reflection, the "Thornless Rose" tattoo on his neck seemed to hover right next to her cheek. A rose without thorns. A symbol of beauty that couldn't hurt you. Or perhaps, a symbol of something that had been stripped of its defenses.

The collar at her throat glowed lavender, warm and alive. Nyxios took off her collar and led her to his bedside mirror. Under where the collar was, a delicate ring of light purple tattooed her skin. It was a magic circle. He pulled down his night shirt. A matching band was on Nyxios’s neck. His medium short hair touched the edges of the mark.

Cole suggested. I immediately stood up at his words. “No need. I’m not a child, and I can walk on my own.” Reluctantly, I made my way back into the mansion and headed towards our room. Cole escorted me inside. I went straight to lie down while he took the scattered books from the table that I had been reading earlier. He neatly folded the edge of his sleeve before placing the books back on the shelf. As he did so, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his left forearm. It was a black dragon with wings, surrounded by black roses.

Didn't even draw the curtains. He tore his robe open, revealing a body forged in violence and power. There were no ugly scars like the rumors said. Just perfect lines of muscle, and… A tattoo, right over his heart. It was an intricate design—a black mamba coiled around a thorny rose. And in the center of the rose, two letters were tattooed in elegant script: O.R. Odessa Rossi. My name. My breath hitched. "This is…" My fingers trembled as I reached out. The skin was still raised, the ink barely set.

Cara sat up on her knees as her fingers traced the long scar in the middle of Adonis's back, the first one she had seen, and her heart squeezed in her chest once again. The rose tattoo was the biggest on his back and spanned across his entire spinal line. His back wasn't rough, but it wasn't completely smooth either. The scars looked to have been thoroughly treated. Maybe that's why it didn't occur to her. She thought. They were not so obvious.