Big Dipper Little Dipper Tattoo Novels & Stories

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.

I murmured while examining the included photographs. One image depicted Aurora during her teenage years, alongside a teenage boy, evidently deeply in love. Presumably, this was her mate. Another photograph captured the boy shirtless, his shorts riding low enough to reveal a discreet D&D tattoo just below his abdomen, where his V-shaped muscle disappeared beneath his shorts. The tattoo would have gone unnoticed if the photographer hadn't intentionally focused on it. A third photograph showed the two of them reclining together, the camera zeroing in on their matching initials tattooed on their skin.

Even the terrifying Nine Heavens Gang Wind and blackholes could not block the bright shining light. Severin knew that those were the Big Dipper Seven Stars, located right at the center of the Big Dipper. Those seven stars were the most famous stars in the Big Dipper. The starlight bursting out from the seven stars made the Big Dipper able to produce metal Uru, a type of precious treasure.

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

I sent a few to Venus although she hasn't responded yet. I looked across the room and smiled as I watched Jupiter wince in pain. The tattoo artist was inking his left arm and I'm assuming that the design was a lot bigger than the ones I have on my wrist. He refused to tell me what it is since it's supposed to be a surprise, as he said. Half an hour later, he waved at me and flashed a thumbs up, to let me know that the tattoo is done. I dropped the book and excitedly sauntered towards them so I can have a look on his little surprise.

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.

Baz waggles his eyebrows. Home. It’s a weird word now. If—when Estrella’s plan works out, Dun’s Crossing won’t be my home for long. She needs an Alpha in Sundrop Gem, not a three-day trip across the Lonely Sea. I’ll have a whole new palace to learn. Every time I think that, it feels like knocking on a false wall. Something echoes, hollow and not quite right. I stare down at my hands on the wood of the bow instead. Barely visible against my pale skin, a white tattoo rings my pinkie finger. It’s a Sundrop tradition for married, but not yet mated couples, so we had to get them in secret.

"And that, right there, is Orion's Belt," Levi pointed out. "Levi." "And then over here we have the Little Dipper." "Levi..." "And there's the Big Dipper." "Goddess, Levi I already know the constellations!" I huffed from my spot beside him. We were sprawled out in an open field beneath a clear sky. After our little talk at the door, this was where we'd ended up. No politics. No plotting. No distraction. Just grass under our backs and the universe pretending nothing else existed.

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

Her wolf thought it was considerably more than that. "Quiet," Nova told her. Her wolf settled — but smugly. --- In the morning, the boys found the glow stars in the main hallway. Someone — Jax, clearly — had pressed a new set onto the ceiling above the kitchen island. Not Orion's belt this time. Ryder studied them from the counter with narrowed eyes for a full minute before announcing: "That's the Big Dipper. But it's upside down." "It looks better upside down," Jax said. Ryder considered this. "Debatable," he said.