Biblical Forearm Tattoos Novels & Stories

Christian even found that the old man’s palm had been poked, and several points on his palm were already deeply sunken in. Even his skin was broken due to the constant poking, and the ballpoint pen’s ink had penetrated into his skin, forming a mark similar to that of an old tattoo. Although Christian could not see what was written on the palm of his father’s hand, he could also guess that his father must have written something there himself to constantly remind himself of his own words.

Then in a blink of an eye his features became more relaxed and I too felt the tension leaving me as the burning sensation on my arm had all but disappeared. Hesitantly, we both looked down at our arms and we both had a matching tattoo like design that took up our forearms. There was a purple amethyst heart the size of a quarter dollar and there seemed to be echings in the stone...initials. Both the letters, B and D. The amethyst stone had a set of fairy wings on its sides. The wings were like a translucent silver that glistened by a simple move of our hands. There were fine lined gold beams of light coming off of the wings that sparkeled along with the silver. Once again it was a perfect com

The others backed up, mumbling under their breaths. Before he could so much as check if she was hurt, pain seared the inside of his left wrist. He cursed and watched in horror as black lines formed on his skin, burning as they merged into a...trinity knot. A symbol he recognized only because of his Irish heritage and the countless Galloway Wiccan documents he'd examined through the years. Slightly larger than a quarter, it branded him like a tattoo. Kaida cried out, grabbing her arm as the same pattern emerged in the same spot on her inner wrist. Breaths soughing, she sat up and glanced from the mark, to him, and back again. "Oh God. Did I...do that?"

His left arm was carved with symbols and shapes and the right arm was totally clear, not a single tattoo was visible. The most beautiful art was a Greek mythological dragon's head on his left chest that trailed down on the left arm then mixed with other tattoos, and a black rose just between the joint of his neck and shoulder. A shiny gold chain was hanging on his chest that made him look more sexy and delicious. It hurts to look at this marvelous man who is rotten and dangerous from the inside and kidnapped me and then tortured me every day. "Like what you see baby?" He smirked devilishly and leaned forward.

And I was surprised to learn that he also had a tattoo, because no photo showed it. It was the head of a lion at the top of his forearm, whose design was of black and bluish tones, so that it stood out perfectly on his Caucasian skin. Flynn said he still had plans to get more tattoos, but, like me, he had a formed and irreducible opinion about needles: A pain that could be avoided if it was not caused by a vaccine.

That is after stuffing myself with good food and slap a ridiculous amount of skincare on my face including this gold mask. The next thing I know I'm being carried to the bed by those strong tattooed arms. ‘forEVEr’ or the way we pronounce it for-eve-err can easily be read from his right arm. Previously he only tattooed his left hand with drawings so I asked why not the other hand, why not words instead of drawings, so many why's that the next time I saw him I caught those Roman words already inked on his right arm. He told me he only put my name there because he's saving space for his three kids under mine.

He mutters ‘love you, bambino’ almost silently under his breath and I melt. I let my fingers trail his muscular arm, the light feathering of hair across that perfect olive skin, surprisingly light considering his dark hair and Italian coloring, but then he is overall not a particularly hairy man and the amount of time he spends in the sun probably bleaches away most of the darkness. I trace my fingers over the symbols tattooed along his arm almost reaching his wrist. A long straight row of black ink, possibly Arabic, maybe Buddhist and wonder at what they mean in the early dusk light. I have never asked him about his tattoos or the meaning of each, or why such a weakness for symbols and trib

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

My lips parted when he showed me a bright red paw tattoo on his forearm. “When did you get that?” I asked. He shook his head and shrugged. “What the hell?” Kade asked. Aiden exhaled deeply. “It’s called a Blessing. A mark of the goddess.” The pack and gathered guests murmured and gasped. “She gave one to both of us,” I commented. “She’s blessed your union. Your reign will be blessed.” Kade and I shared a sweet look. Aiden and Selma stood in front of us. Selma was less than pleased, but she faced me regardless.