Strawberry Vine Tattoo Novels & Stories

She turned the doorknob and pulled the door, only to see the only person she didn't want to see at that moment. Or maybe never again. Jack was on the other side, looking at her with those perfect eyes she was actually missing. Now she could see him clearly, since it was bright and there was a lot of lamps lighting up the hallway. He was also very close and Violet could examine every single detail on his face, his arms… Violet looked down to check him out and saw that he had a tattoo on his right arm. It was a drawing of the moon and the letter R in a very distinguished and creative form. Violet thought it was incredibly beautiful and it kind of gave him a cool vibe.

A golden crescent moon, the mark of my brother Raziel, intertwined with the vines in a beautiful, intricate pattern. Above Haven's ankle, the vines gave way to an eight-pointed star, its delicate points glinting with a soft, celestial light. This was the mark of my brother Rowen. The star seemed to shine with a gentle, pulsing radiance, as if it were a beacon calling out to me. And then, above the star, the vines yielded to an intricate sun symbol, its rays and curves shimmering with a warm, golden light… the mark of my brother Ramses. The sun seemed to blaze with a soft, inner fire, its presence both calming and exhilarating.

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

Before I could recover from the state he put me in, and cover myself, Draco's hands wrapped around my throat and he pinned me to the bed, and surprisingly he didn't apply pressure. Before I could open my mouth to speak, he flipped me on my back, revealing the full tattoo. There, resting along the dip of my waist where my spine met my tailbone, was the tattoo. Thin black vines stretched across my lower back like sharp, broken wings, spreading from one side to the other. The lines branched out like small veins, meeting at the center of my back. Right above my tailbone sat a small flower, simple but clear, petals opening gently between the dark lines.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

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

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.

He takes another strawberry, and covers it with whipped cream, just like the last one. -"turn around" he asks. I do so, returning to the position with my back to the floor. Instead of putting the strawberry in my mouth, he directs it to my belly. Ethan slides it across my skin, from my belly to my breasts. I shiver all over. He lowers his lips and licks all the Chantilly on my belly button. Sucking... -”ah” I gasp. Holding the spray bottle, he presses it into the valley of my breasts. Ethan places the strawberry on my lips, which had previously been wandering over my skin. I nibble half of it, and he eats the other half.