Agape Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Agape Agape: noun. 1. The highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstance. Chapter 1 Ella: Everything seems so surreal. If fairytales are real, I think I could say pretty confidently that I'm living mine. Meeting Declan has been the ultimate change in my life, meeting him was and is the best thing that has ever happened to me. From being alone to now, it seems weird to look back. Now that I have Declan, I can't even imagine how I felt or how I went on without him. He's so special to me I can't even comprehend it.

Tristian points out reasonably and As I think about it, I can’t help but see that he just might be right. There are indeed thousands of people with the same tattoo, same spot. The last thing I want to do is to jail an innocent person. I know how that feels like. Thinking more about that, eve marigold has that same tattoo. Same spot as that’s quite a popular spot for that type of tattoo. I’m not saying it’s marigold in the frame as she’s obviously a female but what if the person is one of her holigan friends and the tattoo is somewhat a symbol of their friendship bond?

It moves across my chest settling over my heart. Silver and gold swirls and loops almost like smoke etch themselves into my skin from hand to chest. In the middle of the beautiful smoke and filigree design in beautiful script is the name Rage with a hellhound paw print. Yep! Something went wrong the first time. I think and Aiden chuckles. The minute his chuckling stops I know he's seen all of my memories. From brith to now.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum. “What does it mean?” She asks curiously. My breath hitches at the feel of her warm fingers, making my voice sound husky when I respond. “It says, “Who wants to live forever?” She chuckles as she considers my morbid message. Before she can ask me another question, I take a deep breath and place my hand over hers. “Do you have any?” Sage smiles shyly as she sits up on the bed to lift her shirt’s hem, showing me the small tattoo decorating her hip. It’s a heart with rose thorns wrapped around it. My breath hitches at the sight of her firm stomach and concave belly button and the way her skin glows like a shining pearl in the moonlight. Biting back a groan, I run

“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.