Aces And Eights Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

“What does it mean?” She heard the sound from his phone and scowled at him from over her shoulder. He’d just taken a picture of her tattoo, back to full brat mode. “Meaning?” he repeated, still holding his phone up. She rolled her eyes but explained it anyway. “It’s the kanji for ten, that means heaven. I thought that if I was going to carry something carved on my skin for the rest of my life, it should be something I truly believe in.”

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

she called out and I hummed titling my head to look at her. "What does the tattoo on your back mean?" She asked as my hands moved around her waist, laying in her lap. "The names are the people close to me I lost, the crown above the names represents the value they held in my life and the wings symbolizes prayers for peace and happiness," I replied "When did you get it?" "I started it when I was 17 and lost my bestfriend in a drive by and the names gradually increased as life went on," "I'm sorry about that,"

*"Sister." I whirled around so fast my curls slapped my cheeks. The girl standing there looked almost like me. Same curly hair. Same nose. But her eyes... They weren't right. Not like Mother's pretty gold. These were wrong-color, like when you look at the sun too long and see purple spots after. When she tilted her head, I saw the numbers tattooed behind her ear: **VIII** in thick black ink. "You're the eighth one," I whispered. My throat felt full of bees.

Or shall I say Misty’s Mark, since mine was nothing more than a tattoo currently. If a Mark has more than one marking, it generally means they are strong warriors and usually of a high rank within a Pack. It was no surprise that Axel had two black marks. I wondered if the tattoos on his biceps were also Marks. I have heard a rumor that they were, but I have never heard of anyone receiving more than two Marks, especially on any other part of the body besides the neck. “Are you done?” Axel asked. “Sorry, what?” I snapped out of my thoughts. Lifting my gaze to look into his eyes, I noticed he also seemed half asleep. “What is it?”

Mary warned. “No look, her tattoo. It’s got an A that works up into a heart. A smaller heart to bring out the point at the bottom. It is said a tattoo normally is a picture but when love is strong the mates letter will form with the emotion that best describes them.” Isabella spoke gently. She pulled down the shirt gently to reveil just that. “She has two heart. Means he loves her more then anything in the world. Even more then the world itself.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight I traced my fingers lazily over Marcus tattoos as he lay beside me, “What do these mean?” I asked softly, my head resting on his shoulder. Smiling he sat his phone down and looked at me, “This one,” he said grabbing my fingers and tracing it along the swirling design, “Is a sigil of protection to keep me safe in battle.” I bit my lip feeling that strange feeling again as he gently shifted to bring my fingers to his forearm. “This sigil is the same as the one on Louis’ back, it means that we are mated. I will always be connected with him and it means we can pull strength from each other.”