Traditional Crying Heart Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

she commented. He looked up at her. “What?” “The tattoo,” she smiled. “Do you still remember what it stands for?” he asked. “I’m your nymph, which you got from the Greek Mythology nymph Calypso. You got it in that colour because it’s the colour of my eyes, which are your favourite thing about me. You made them loop the y to make a heart because I’m the only one who holds your heart. The paw signifies the pact we made that we would never let any wolf truly rule over us...” she trailed off.

It was almost midnight at East bay. There was not a single soul in sight except for the crickets bargaining at a high pitch. A glowing figure emerged from the darkness, easily identified by anyone who knew her, as Nicky. "At least leaving those God forsaken motherfuckers is better than playing humble.” She heaved a sigh of relief. She had the habit of rubbing her neck constantly. It was an act that brought to one's notice the new heart tattoo she had got on her twenty third birthday.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m offering to make you a meal, all you need to do is shower and get ready. His eyes raked through my body and remained on my lower body, my hips to be precise. “That tattoo, what does it mean?” He stalked closer until he was on the edge of the bed pulling my hips into his view. I didn’t know how to feel with me being bare to him like this, his fingers slightly traced the ink on my left hip. “Is that a heart?” He squinted his eyes at the tattoo, it was a thing me and Tabitha did back in college, we got tattoos and I picked the heart while she did a small butterfly on her wrist. It was not our best ideas.

His green eyes were black in the dim light. "Take off your shirt," I said. He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and I saw it. The tattoo. Over his heart. Little flower. In italics. Delicate and permanent, right over the place where his heartbeat was strongest. The ink was dark against his skin. The skin was raised slightly, the way tattoos were when they were healed.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have even imagined this. I have to admit I was timid and apprehensive about letting her “mark” me, it's really supposed to be the male’s job to mark his female in her culture. But we’re not a traditional couple in that sense. If I bite her, it’s only going to hurt her and then it’ll just heal like nothing happened. So that’s not really an option. Instead, she got a little heart tattoo on her neck with “Ty” in the middle, exactly how I sign my autographs.

He exhaled deeply and declared, "I need to verify the authenticity of the photo first!" "Well, this is not the only photo you need to verify. I got a whole lot of other photos..." Jessica smiled, holding her phone tight. "You have a very distinctive fetish, Mr. Morrison. You like to have your sweethearts' names tattooed on your body, but you know, there are some names you can't afford to toy with. If, by any chance, those who are not supposed to see those names see them, the consequences would... Well, I know you're well built, Neil, but you have limited pectorals and abs. How many names could you put on them? Tattooing them and effacing the tattoos repeatedly will take a heavy toll on you..

The tattoo had the lines of heat beating on an ecg machine and a heart shape drawn in the middle of it. "This tattoo will always remind you of me, and whenever you will see this tattoo, you will realise, that even though my heart beats here," he spoke, pointing towards his chest, "it will always belong to you." With that confession, I didn't know how to react anymore. I had tears in my eyes, and I couldn't look at him anymore. I immediately turned around and ran towards the staircases. I climbed the staircases quickly but catiously and decided to look for a room, I couldn't stay there for another moment.

he asks and I shakemy head no. This time he does take his shirt off, I guess there's some stripping after all, once his shirt was off, showing off a tanned body with tattoo covering most of his hands and shoulder, but the one that got my full attention is my name in full black ink right on top of his heart.

Blood wells hot and sweet, and the instant his fangs break flesh, the bond ignites. Power surges like a storm unleashed: golden fire races through my veins, merging with my green magic in a blaze that brands us both. A burn blooms on my skin, just above my heart, where a tattoo etches itself in glowing ink, a heart wrapped in thorns, pulsing with our shared life. I feel it mirror on him, the same mark searing into his chest, binding us eternally. The cave trembles, the Wilds sighing in approval as the seal locks into place.