Boba Fett Symbol Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Be nice. He was just doing what you said." "Yeah, but I was doing something a whole lot more important." Thomas rubbed a hand over his head as a tiny glint of sunlight highlighted the tattoo on his upper arm and shoulder. Instinctively, I smoothed a finger over the intricate design. "What does this mean?" Thomas flexed his bicep, glancing at the tattoo. "Which one? I picked three Greek symbols and combined 'em." "What's this one?" I ran my finger around the dark circular pattern. Goosebumps rushed over his arm as he stared at my lips. "Strength."

“And that tattoo, of course.” I start visualizing my body with it, and I feel like it would really look good on my thigh. I could get something symbolic. Something that perfectly describes my situation. A bird, to symbolize my freedom, but not just any bird. A phoenix. Rising from my ashes because it’s exactly what I’m starting to do. “Yeah,” I say. “I think it’d look great.”

I sat down, rummaged my fingers through my hair, then took a deep breath before playing the footage once again. “Wait a minute” I rewind the video zooming in on the back of the man's palm where a distinctive tattoo was. “That's the tattoo of the vipers” he had the letter V imprinted boldly on the back of his palm and a snake coiled around the letter. “if I remember much about the viper, every member has the letter V tattooed on any part of their body but with different animals attached to it, creating a symbol of uniqueness in the gang” I spoke to myself with a hint of excitement in my voice. I finally have a lead, once I get this man and deal with him, my name will finally be cleared..

"I would go get the photo album." Bet wondered why, but her dad was back in no time and opened up the album. She squinted in wonder at the photo being shown to her. It was a picture of a little girl wrapped in a swaddle, but that was not what surprised her the most; it was the weird tattoo-like symbol on her chest. The symbol consisted of eight diagonally intersecting lines with semi-circles at their edges and short strokes in between them. Bethany did not know what it meant, but she was certain that Adonis would know what the symbol meant.

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

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?"

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."