Agape Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

One day, when our friendship was stronger, we would have this conversation again. "I want to seal the deal between the five of us. But first, I want to get Eiecrunt's crest tattooed on my back." Teagan spat her food out, surprise warping her expression. Adelia smiled broadly. "That is utterly romantic." She said, admiration in her tone. Maybe it was or maybe it wasn't. All I knew was that I always wanted them with me. So the crest was the best idea I could come up with to show them my devotion.

I wasn't ready to move on, not yet. I walk out of my room, hugging my clothes, and at the same time, Ares, my brother, comes out of the bathroom while steam from inside is smoking out. His short black hair is damped and loose, and his five o'clock shadow has been shaved as the towel wrapped around his waist reveals his torso with tattoos of the Filipino sun on his right chest and a Japanese design covering his whole right arm. He has another one on his back with the Greek words agape, pistis, and theos.

It was like I'm unfolding a very big mystery. I remembered; Agape was distressed when she showed up. And also, that man said that she had a fight with her father. Was it one of the reasons why the Agape in the painting is crying? Was the crown means her father? Sex... Chaos... Paradise... Tears... Fight... Father... Crown... "Chaos, paradise, tears, fight, father, crown... " I held my head when it ached. Keep on thinking, Vaspe. More... More... Think more!

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

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Another piece of myself ripped from myself as she dies. And there is absolutely nothing I can do. The loud buzz of the tattoo gun brings me back to the present. I glance down at my arm as I get some retouching finished and the new tattoo of her signature from her last letter. My friend Axel has been my tattoo artist since the 13th century. He's like me. A creature that lives forever, doesn't die, and is just here. His other half isn't cursed like mine is. A curse that takes her away from me. He has had his agapitós (beloved) since he was 22 in human years.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

“That would be most beneficial. What do I need to do?” “Nothing just take my hand.” Aspen lets me hold his hand and he watches me. I see a look of shock from him as I feel the warmth flow from me into Aspen. My eyes must’ve turned color again. I let go of his hand. “That was amazing I could feel your energy flowing into me.” He looks at his wrist. “What is this?” “I’m sorry I should’ve warned you. It appears when I grant gifts you also get a tattoo.” “Interesting, this is the symbol for dragon’s eye,” Aspen informs us. It’s just a triangle that has lines from each point meeting in the center of the triangle, it doesn’t look like a dragons eye. Aspen sees the look of confusion on everyone’s f