Sun Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying at all, my attention completely stolen by his bare chest. I couldn’t help but notice the armband tattoo on his left arm. The word “Moretti” was inked in a beautiful Old English font, with detailed lines making it look even cooler. His tattoos just added to that tough, masculine vibe he had going on. Then I saw the tattoo on his back. A raven, placed right in the middle of his back, near his shoulders and neck. It was so well done, I couldn’t stop staring at it, totally impressed.

My gaze met his piercing glare that looked pitiful. I was distracted by the increasingly intense movements of his jaw and Adam's apple. Satya looks even sexier from down here. Is that a new tattoo? Different from the dominance of animal images that filled his back, chest, and arms... the tattoo under Satya's right ear looked more like an arrangement of mathematical symbols in a vertical row. Not having time to think any further than that, Satya carried me upstairs as he slipped his now bitter tongue across my lips. Usually Satya's taste was so sweet, but why was it different now?

I lightly ran my fingers over it in admiration. “It’s beautiful.” I told her. But the skin was raised. “Sugar, it’s not a tattoo, it’s more of a branding.” He explained. “A branding?” He got up and pulled out the branding rod. “There’s one for pack members, one for the Alpha and then one for the Luna and the ranked members, like the Beta and Gamma.” He continued. “It will be blazing hot, placed on your left arm aligned with your heart, and left there for several seconds. My love, it’s going to hurt, I’m not going to lie but it must be done.” He said looking at me with a little worry. “Another part of our bonding is that I will mark you,” he lightly placed his finger on the left si

Stated Stasia, chuckling slightly. “I am your Alpha; you are my mate. So, yes you will be the Luna of my pack. Security isn’t up to you. I get to decide that missy.” I said as I took a drink of my coffee. Putting my hand up Stasia shirt, wanting to touch her skin. “Did you just get this tattoo?” I lifted her tank to check out the tattoo. It looked like iridescent gothic wings. The ink was risen slightly, and looked like it has silver flake in it, making it look like glitter.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

“You were destined for this, for me. You and me. Alpha Prime and Luna Prime. We’re meant to be together forever.” My heart fluttered at his words. “You’re right,” I whispered, stepping closer to him. “We are meant for this.” He smiled again. He pulled back slightly and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, revealing his chest. At first, I was confused, but then, under the soft glow of the moonlight, I saw it. “What is that?” I asked, my eyes widening in awe. There, on his chest, was the crest—the mark of the Alpha Prime. It looked like a tattoo, but it shimmered slightly, only visible under the light of the moon.

“But I don’t understand, Cassian doesn’t even have the tattoo. I would’ve seen it.” Without a word, Sterling unlocked his phone and handed it to me. On the screen was a picture of Cassian, shirtless, seated on a leather chair. The image zoomed in to his bare feet. Beneath them were twin tattoos: black spiders coiled in intricate patterns, the mark of the Pale Crest. Sterling swiped to another image. The back of Cassian’s head, shaved shorter than usual, revealed a faint, concealed symbol hidden beneath the hairline. My heart stuttered. I realized I’ve never seen his feet. He was always in socks, always careful, always controlled.

"...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off." "I can't. I can not let the likes of you see me naked, so turn around first." "Oh you little sinner, I have seen parts of you that not even you have seen before now, take it off." the evil angel said again gritting from his fangs. Sonny took off her shirt and was left in her black sports bra. Now the lines that covered her skin were fully visibly and glorious to look at. Anyone who knew not that this were natural to her would think they were the coolest tattoos ever. The way they were design around her torso, stretching from that trian

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

He looked at me through his mirror, the same angry glare plastered on his face as he turned around. As anticipated, he had tattoos on his stomach. On one side, he had a crown, on the other he had what looked like a date which of course I had no idea what was for. He then had a tattoo in the centre of his chest. He also had a smaller tattoo on his hip which looked too small for me to actually see what it was but there was another tattoo on the other side which was almost on his v line which might I add was very toned. The tattoo was a 'forgive' one in cursive writing.