Tattoos That Wrap Around Arm Novels & Stories

He tightened his grip as he asked, "So what?!" I don't know what to say, so I gave up and kept laid there...Relishing the solace in his arm. The heavy layers of muscle in his arm flaunted out as he put a bit of pressure while holding me. His muscly arm was covered in tribal tattoo...Then my eyes fall on his firm chest...covered in dragon tattoo... To retain myself occupied I draw on his broad chest with my index finger along with the edge of the dragon tattoo... My hand stopped as I reached near the uneven portion of his chest...it seemed like a wound...but healed long ago...

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

Hilda The needle buzzed against my skin. Each prick sent tiny bursts of pain through my hand, but I'd felt worse. So much worse. "Kind of intense for someone your age," the tattoo artist said, wiping away excess ink. I kept my left arm extended on the padded rest. "That's where I want it." "Most people hide the meaningful ones." "I need to see it every time I reach for something," I replied, watching as the letters took shape across my knuckles. "A reminder of what I am."

Lima clasped our joined hands and her lips quivered as if she were chanting something. I watched in fascination as wisps of blue light emerged from her fingertips and seeped into my skin. Warm tingles arose on the back of my hand, travelling all over my shoulders. Similar wisps but of a different color crept along Alexander’s arm, like minute creepers winding around a branch. A sudden jolt made me withdraw my hand, my gaze landing on my wrist. A small tattoo had appeared right below my thumb. My lips curved into a smile as I brushed my fingertips over the pattern with three vines and a tiny flower in between.