Bible Verse Tattoos Men Novels & Stories

Oh, did I mention he was only wearing his boxers? His upper torso was on full display as he turned over strips of bacon and eggs. He had a howling wolf head tattooed on his chest, right over his heart with the text “Wolf Riders” written under it. His entire right arm was covered in an intricate pattern of tribal black tattoos as well as part of his chest and shoulder. There was a weeping angel stretched between his shoulder blades and across his neck was his name. All of which moved with him like a living art piece, making me even more aware of every rippling muscle and hard plate this god-like man had. His toned stomach and wide chest. I was a bit surprised when I saw he didn’t have a six-p

My God, help me, I am dying and there will be no one who can come to save me! Her back was as well defined as her abdomen but the tattoo, God the tattoo made her stand out in such a striking way that I was sure drool would come out of my mouth at that moment, the tattoo was alluding to marine things I couldn't get the slightest bit of that doubt, but could not define what things were.

What does he mean that’s for later? Cutting off the straps of my thong as well, he takes a step backward and removes his bowtie, which was already loose and hanging around his neck. As he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes do not leave mine and even as they’re filled to the brim with anger, I can see the hunger. I was right about his body being covered in tattoos, but in this case, only his back and sides, save for one tattoo over his left pectoral, right over his heart. It is a black heart with a dagger with the words SANGUE PER SANGUE.

My fingers itched to trace its curves. "How about I ask you about the tattoo?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Ethan's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, you've been staring." I denied it, but he just chuckled. "What does it mean?" I asked. "'Acta Non Verba' is Latin for 'Actions, not words,'" he replied. "I prefer actions to words. Words can be empty, but what I do, how I react, speaks volumes." His words resonated deeply.

“Speak for yourself.” Victoria smiled wide. Chelsea was definitely the Van Dyke who had a free spirit. But it was what made Chelsea special. “It would be wonderful if Chastity . . . was in love. I appreciate her dedication to God, but it says in the bible that man should not be alone.” Chelsea’s brows rose. “I’ll take your word on that,” she mumbled over the rim of her flute.

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

Written in Greek scripture were the words "If I must be owned, at least chain me to someone who will let me fly free." Adrastus took in a sharp breath, his nose flaring, all sense of humor wiped from his face as he looked intensely at her. "What.did.you.say?" And April realized she must have spoken out loud, her brow furrowed in confusion as she thought to herself ' know how to translate Greek scripture?' "The tattoo, on your neck, it says If I must be owned, at least chain me to someone who will let me fly free." Adrastus' pale blue eyes seemed to get swallowed up in a dark black storm as his body trembled, heat pulsing from him like a raging fire.

I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people have. Chayim Neo: Did you get home safely? I am sorry if I said something offending to you. It is not my intention. I deeply ask for apology for that. I’ll pray for your safety. Chayim Neo: Good night, Rue Mallory. 1 Thessalonians 5:23, May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. I guess, I can’t be able to stop myself from sending bible verses to you. Because I could feel that you need it. Sleep tight.

he agrees, and eyes then drop to where my hand is, “It says whatever it takes. It’s in Latin, and that’s why you can’t read it.” “Oh.” “The second one on my rib is in French, for under the sun there is a way.” He touches the one on his abdomen then speak, “The third is Italian, ‘Live, love, learn’.” “Maybe someday I would get a tattoo as well.” “Really?” I nod and bite down on my lower lips and a smile appears on his face as he stepped towards me, closing the space between us so that our bodies touch.

With every lift of his arm, I noticed a different pattern of tattoos etched into his skin. “What do they mean?” I finally asked. “Hm?” “The tattoos on your arm,” I clarified softly. “You have a lot of them.” He shifted, sitting up slightly and taking me with him until I was straddling his lap, the sheets the only thing separating us. He pointed to a heart inked solid black, names etched into it. “For my brother and my father.” Then his finger moved lower, to two names framed by flames. “Aurora and Sophia.”