Sun Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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.”

I squinted, trying to get a better look at the shape of the tattoo from where I was standing. It didn't seem difficult. I sighed loudly when I saw the circular pattern with the sun in the center. There were streams of water and leaves framing the sun in an interlocking pattern. The symbol of the Sun Clan. "Hello, Lei. I brought you this gift." Sergey handed the piece of arm to me when it was in front of me. I shuddered and quickly backed away so the drops of blood wouldn't hit my feet. "Wh-what's going on, Sergey?" I asked frantically.

he murmured quietly. “So don’t look away from me, Sarang.” Hearing his words, she slowly looked up at him again. Her heart was beating fast, but this time she didn’t try to hide it. “How can you still love me?” Sarang asked softly. Instead of answering immediately, Zayren slowly lifted himself up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Sarang watched him in silence as he removed it and tossed it aside. Her gaze instinctively dropped to his chest, where she could clearly see her name tattooed across his skin. But this time something else caught her attention... a faint, old mark just beside it.

She had on her big clothes again, but he couldn't stop imagining her in the other things she had worn, and he had also recognized something else on her. There was a moon tattoo between her collarbones. He had always known about that. But now, on her back, just between her shoulder blades was a sun tattoo. It reminded eerily of the one behind Xander's back. "What do your tattoos mean?" He asked. "Luna and Sol." "What?" "Moon and Sun. In Spanish." She answered, "Eros is my Moon. My resting place at night. The cool breeze I need to keep me sane, and he bears the same beauty."

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

She thought it looked good on him somehow. Stella felt a little uneased when thinking about the past but she quickly pushed it away from her mind. She did not know why she felt like that. His image when he was standing in front of her roommate's bedroom. It was kind of unfamiliar and weird feeling. She sighed and pulled her thought back to the present time. The tattoo of the eagle spreading its wings covered his chest. She must admit it suited his appearance, his ego, and his branding as the mafia god. "Is this hummingbird? It looks cute and suits you. "

He suddenly stopped and turned around to grab the sponge. I was stunned to see a black tattoo at his bare back. A tattooed name - Stela... What on earth is this?? When did he get such a tattoo???