Tattoos That Wrap Around Arm Novels & Stories

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

I tried to fix it as I said, “I am so sorry, Alex. I didn’t deliberately tear the sleeve.” “It’s okay, Eva. I would rather have my shirt torn to bits rather than you falling off into this valley.” He replied with a dry laugh. It was then I noticed the large tattoo on his upper arm. I wondered how I had never noticed it before. It was so pretty. There was a floral wreath and in the middle of it, there was a golden flame that spread out beautifully. It formed the shape of an inverted heart. When I ran my hand over the tattoo, I felt a tingling sensation course through my body. Startled, I removed my hand instantly.

Except Alexei didn’t have a hairy chest, and the intricate tattoos on his arms were quite a sight when he removed his suit jacket. They were both full-sleeved tattoos on both arms, covering him from the wrists all the way to his shoulders. They were all in black ink, with some designs more prominent than others. A wolf’s head covered most of his right bicep, while something of an archangel covered the other. A snake wrapped around the entirety of his left forearm. The rest were too small for her to discern from where she sat. “No, you go home with your father, after this whole storm clears,” he replied, folding his jacket. “It’s not my style to keep girls hostage. Your father and I will keep

The only source of light present in the room was the side lamp that ignited their faces with its gloriously aesthetic fire hued light. Her body trembled a bit when he walked in wearing his usual tee-shirt which reached his neck hiding his flesh yet the muscles popping out didn't care to push in the shirt. Only his arms were on display which had dark tattoes guiding them. His left arm was completely covered with a dark scary scorpion tattoo while the other was only inked around his bicep.

My gaze was locked on the mirror in front of me, on the masterpiece which now decorated my skin. Black and grey ink twisted across my back and down my right arm, hinting at dominance, power, and raw masculinity. A massive wolf head stretched across my shoulder blade, its fur shaded in deep strokes, giving it a lifelike texture. From its snarling mouth, dark smoke curled downward, merging with a coiling serpent wrapped around my bicep, giving the illusion that it could slither right off my arm. But the best part? The details that were hidden within the art.

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

He put the boxers back in his closest. He walked back. His all tattoos were visible. The first time his upper half was revealing the one tattoo that was stretched along his neck. The ink on his neck was a snake circling his neck like a permanent choker, the pattern looked like a compressed font of Devil with its scary fangs looking like they are permanently feeding on his blood. He also has many tattoos on his arm making a sleeve like an illusion on his right arm and also covering a little part of his chest.

Grace nearly dropped the soap. Scars, large and small, crossed his torso. She'd seen bullet scars before. There were two right next to each other under his left arm. She was so focused on the terrible scars that she barely noticed the black, abstract, curvilinear tattoos on his chest and shoulders. They were fierce, with what looked like stylized talons interwoven with curving, concentric whiplash curves. He was bruised almost black on his right side. More tattoos covered his wrists and elbows in precise, flowing patterns made up of repeating geometric shapes. The burn scar on his left hand was part of a larger burn that marred the tattoo right up to his elbow.

I slowly turned around, caged in his arms, and slowly undressed him. “Why are your tattoos only on your arms and hands,” I asked, running my hands over his bare chest, no ink in sight. No ink on his legs or back. Just full arm sleeves. He smiled. “I just wasn’t into going everywhere. I figured I’d pick one area and concentrate on that, maybe branch out, but I never have. Plus the scars I had from some shit growing up were all on my arms. Why don’t you have any at all,” he asked, kissing my shoulder, then my neck.

They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work. Deft gloved hands drew and colored the skin. A quick swipe removed excess ink. Heavily tattooed arms moved with each stroke, the artwork colorful and bright with splotches of pinks, blues, purples, and greens. She marveled at those arms, strong, tight, and remarkably hairless. The artist wore a black sleeveless shirt, cut to resemble a tank top with wide cut underarms. A faded yellow batman logo was printed on the front. The artist wore tight blue jeans, revealing wide hips and a round ass. Grey boxes poked out of the back as she hunched over her work.