Xxxtentacion Tree Tattoo Novels & Stories

“All the trees in the forest always look the same.” “Not all of them.” Lucas stopped suddenly. Lilith nearly bumped into him from behind. “What is it, Lucas?” Lucas pointed ahead, straight at a massive tree that was far older than the others. Its trunk was nearly three times as thick. And most importantly, there were carvings on it. Lilith’s heart immediately began to race. The three of them began walking toward the tree. And sure enough, the same symbol was clearly carved into the tree’s bark: a circle with three curved lines, exactly like the one in the photo.

She kissed his chest and smiled when he wrapped his arms around her. “My god, woman,” Quinn said with a smile on his face. “What’s wrong, Quinn?” Willow asked as she sat up, looking down at him. She traced his muscled chest, finding scars that she wanted to know all about. The tattoo on his chest was amazing as well. The weeping willow tree had a dragon wrapped around the base. The dragon’s tale looked like the limbs of the tree. She traced the dragon for a moment, then smiled up at him.

“Says the guy who has his girl’s name tattooed across his heart.” “Hey!” Theo points toward Brock. “I’m not the only one, have you seen Brock’s tat on his ribs lately?” Jax’s eyes fly wide as his head snaps toward Brock. “You didn’t…” Brock leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn right I did.” He grabs for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal a tattoo inked on his side. It’s a detailed piece with a forest treeline and a wolf howling to the moon, and sure as shit, running through the middle of it is his mate’s name: Astrid. The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition.

The warmth of his skin against mine was comforting, grounding me in the quiet of the moment as our bodies began to cool. "Tell me about your tattoo," I said after a long silence, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the lines of his chest. He shifted slightly so I could see the full extent of the tattoo. I had seen it before, but this time, with the soft light of the room, it felt different. More meaningful somehow. I traced the twisted branches that spiraled across his shoulder. "Oak," I murmured. "Good eye," he said, his voice a little softer now. "It's about family. Strong, rooted deep."

The glass in my hand trembles, but I make no move to put it down. He’s here. Moments later, I find him. He’s standing under the large tree in the backyard with his hands shoved deep into the back of the black pants hanging from his hips. The moonlight shining across the yard allows me a better view of him. I’m unable to see his face as it’s still covered by a mask and is hidden in the shadows, but I notice his torso and the hard muscles protruding from the black T-shirt clinging to his chest. His right arm is littered with tattoos, but I’m unable to make out the designs, and inky strands of dark hair frame his face, wavy in texture, adding to the intensity of his presence.

“Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.” We? Did she just say we? My eyes widen as I hold my breath. She straightens up, advancing on me with purpose. I start to stand, but she’s faster. She kneels in front of me, ripping open her jacket and shirt to expose the skin on her right shoulder. Pressed into it is a tattoo of a fox sitting on its haunches. Its black body is surrounded by thick, detailed chains. One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

I couldn’t falter; I wouldn’t let him bleed out on my floor, not when every heartbeat felt like a silent plea for survival. I settled onto the cold linoleum, my heart pounding as I locked my gaze on his battered body. Every inch of him told a story, each tattoo a chapter of pain and survival. The bold double DD letters sprawled across his knuckles caught my eye first, a stark contrast against the bruises and blood. A tree, strong yet fragile, adorned his left forearm, whispering secrets of resilience, while the wave-like patterns on his ribcage danced dangerously close to his deep, ragged wound. But it was the quote etched on his right forearm that pulled at my heartstrings, resonating with

Astrid liked to do that a lot when she was drunk, hunt Skye down but he knew if he stayed long enough in the closet, she wouldn't find him because his smell would mix with the one of his clothes, and usually, she never did. Except at that moment, the door to the closet suddenly opened as his Mother's wild eyes glowed sadistically in the dark. "Found you." He jolted up from the bed he was in, a curse leaving his lips at the headache he was feeling. Beside him was the naked body of a girl that he could scarcely remember what her name was as he slid out the bed, now putting on some sweatpants while he stayed his shirtless. On his back was a tattoo. A tree tattoo with branches that crossed all o

While she clutched her fist to her chest with shock in her eyes, he scowled at her and turned away. The view of his back showed her a foreign tattoo. It was of a tree but with no branches, only roots which spread through his back at the top and bottom of the trunk. Each stroke of ink stretched as he moved. The rest of his back was bare to his waist an his. . . Her eyes widened when the view of his bare behind came into view, she splashed around away from his nude. The mild stretch of river surrounded by highly dense shrubs mocked the blush she felt on her cheeks.