Bible Sayings Tattoos Novels & Stories

She slid the cup to me and I took it. “I never noticed that tattoo, what does it say?." She lifted her hand and observed it as if she was just seeing it for the first time. “It says, consuming fire." " What does that mean?." “It's a translation of my name, Zaney means consuming fire." “That's beautiful." “Do you want one?." “What?." “A tattoo."

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

None of his books went unnumbered. The first page of the jotter had his mom's full name boldly written at the top in her calligraphic handwriting: 'From Victoria Sarah Ijeoma Edochie.' And, surprisingly, below it was his name: 'To Joel Chukwuebuka Edochie'. His brows dipped and he flipped to the other side. "Romans 10 vs 11: For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth in him shall not be ashamed." Undoubtedly, this was hers because this used to be her favorite quote from the Bible.

He said and grabbed my hand before I could touch a tattoo on his left side of chest. “What is the meaning of your tattoo, it’s beautiful.” I complimented a beautiful and unique design with something written in old language. His lips which were on my mid riff, stopped and those hazy eyes again locked with mine. Did I make a mistake? I promised not to dig into his personal life until he’s ready to share it with me. “It is an ancient Roman symbol of war and victory and the phrase defines a man who never sees the defeat.” He explained the meaning of his tattoo to me. I was surprised, he didn’t shut me out.

Or how they even got in. “He almost died,” I whispered. “Luca was my entire world. When he survived, Luca’s dad had me carve Luca’s name on my chest so I would never forget who saved my life.” “He thought you might rebel against Luca,” Sofia whispered. I nodded. “What does the tattoo say? I can’t read Latin.” “sclopetum Pectus Lucae Mihi Destinatum Erat.” “It means, the bullet through Luca’s chest was meant for me.”

'' "Most of them comes with the title, for example. The moon and the wolf, I got that the day I became Alpha.'' He lifted his arms to expose two arrows pointing down. "I thought that these meant the flow of energy, only to later on be told that it means I bang goats.'' Jessie laughed out loud, then covered her mouth. "Are you serious?'' "No, I only wanted to see you laugh. I love your smile. But it means positive energy." Christian brushed a finger across her cheek. "What about this one?" She circled a finger around his belly button. "Another tattoo that comes with the title, it is a symbol of the Fates and can appear anywhere on the body."

I shrugged, looking at my tattoos once again. "They aren't ordinary tattoos, they represent good versus evil," my mother's face turned sour when she muttered the last word, "Now, Phoenix darling, clean up this mess and cover that dreadful thing because if the neighbours do see it we don't want rumors around tone that we are satinic when that's simply not true." The appalled expression on her face caused not only myself but my father to snicker as well. "As you wish my beautiful wife," he kissed her on her lips before continuing, "still as beautiful as the day I met you. Young too!"

"For my final question, I'll ask you which of your tattoos is your favorite." "As you mentioned earlier with the song question, I can't choose just one. But, one of my favorites is this," he lifts the top of his shirt to reveal a quote tattooed in French on the left side of his outer collarbone. I'd seen it before but never knew its meaning. "Qui vivra terra," he pronounces, emphasizing the accent, "it means 'he who lives, shall see.'" I lean in to inspect his tattoo, despite having explored his body many times before. My hand rises on its own and gently brushes over the inked text, as if applying any pressure could erase it.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

I smiled, “Thank you. Now I need to do the engraving. Wish me luck.” I engraved Bible passage, Jeremiah 17:14, “Heal me Lord and I will be healed, save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.” I took it off the engraver and showed it to Theodore. He smiled as a tear ran down his cheek, “Sis, he will love this. Any wounded soldier would. There is a saying that goes, ‘There are no atheists on the battlefield’. I have found that to be true.”