Biblical Forearm Tattoos Novels & Stories

Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’ Why would that be the best place to be? “Why are your tattoos sad?” I question, kneading his precious spinous process. “They’re not all sad. Different seasons of my life…” “Were you sad in the past?” He shrugs, a leisurely smile playing on his lips. Another tattoo beneath his neck: ‘Psalm 139:14’ “You’ve got a Bible scripture,” I note out loud. “See. Not all of them are sad. I’ve got two of those.”

In the fogged-up mirror, I see my thick muscles, most of them marred by scars, and the rest saturated in ink. The tattoos cloak me from my fingers to my elbows. The knives look real enough that when touching them, you’d expect them to cut you. On my shoulders and knees are the eight pointed stars of a pakhan. They are what separates me from the rest of the Bratva: I kneel to no one. Bending sideways, I study my back in the mirror. The spider facing upward would warn away anyone who grasped the meaning. But it’s the other art that tells the story. For a moment I run my left hand across my spine, tracing the intricate lines that create the massive back piece. The Orthodox Church tattoo took mu

His other shoulder is clearly marked with a symbol that I know all too well, and it makes me pale instantly, my blood running cold, as he turns enough to make it visible. It’s the ancient symbol for RA the sun god, bestowed upon all hunters as a tribute when they make their first kill of a supernatural. There’s no other reason for it and I have never seen a human with a tattoo of this design. They wouldn’t have ever seen it as it disappeared with the hunters.