Crossed Nails Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

The lines were graceful, beautiful in a way that did not match the brutal man wearing it. Carefully, I let my fingers trace along the ink. Miriam had said Nikolai’s mother had some koi fishes in the pond in the garden but they were all dead now, was this a way of Nikolai remembering them? “It represents my mother.” I gasped softly and looked up at once. Nikolai’s eyes remained closed. Then my gaze returned to the tattoo. “What does it mean?” This time he opened his eyes. Those mint-green eyes settled on me quietly, calmer than I had ever seen them. The usual harshness remained somewhere beneath the surface, but this morning it felt distant.

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

Sick sick sick Morana, so sick. ‘Oh but we’re not sick. Just look at him.’ My wolf purred along my dirty thought. Running my gaze through the tattoos drew on him, that beautified his manly appearance, my mouth watered at the sight. At his upper trunk around his neck was a crossed feathery tattoo, with the word “Pure” written and carved underneath. Visible from the sides of his shoulder was the bottom of a rose flower that was drawn up his broad shoulder. His arms, the both of them were covered in different tattoos, ones my eyes could caught. There was a splitted dagger among the drawings, a broken heart, a crescent moon, marks I have no idea what it represents.

It's like a symbol with some sorts of letters. ​"Nice tatts," I commented. "What does it mean?" I asked. ​"It's a symbol that I created. It means Dark Nefarious." Even though I was weak, I sat up and approached him. I knelt in front of him and gently caressed his tattoo. ​I licked it, planting small kisses around his tattoo, then up to his big cock. It's very hard now. When I put my face on it, I immediately kissed it. I looked at him.

“Crinka, do you want me to tell you about the tattoos or not?” “What I want is for you to tell me about the tattoos and the curse.” “I can only tell you about the tattoos. If you want to know about the curse, ask the ones who have been cursed. Now, what did the tattoos look like?” “Skulls, bones, knives and waves, so intricately designed. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t.” “Skulls and bones signify death. Knives and waves signify the medium of death. Waves in the sense that the person died by drowning. Knives in the sense that the person died by stabbing or some other way.”

I slowly traced his tattoo, which covered the upper part of his biceps. I remembered seeing it for the first time when we were on the yacht heading to Cambodia. He took a deep breath. “It means power, strength, and courage,” he said. “Behind that tattoo is a scar.” I furrowed my brow and looked up slightly. “Scar? What do you mean?”

I sneered. " I am not afraid, I just never felt like making one. Or I never found something meaningful to tattoo. I'm not like you who just wanted a pretty design," he returned. " I just wanted a pretty design, but now it has meaning." I shrugged as he sanded the last nail and I picked out a nail polish color. " Really? And what is the meaning? " he asked without even looking at me. " It reminds me of our first date, and it was you who chose it. So it is special.”

I was not trusting him fully. I looked at his moon shaped tattoo right over his left ribs. It was a weird tattoo with some signs. It was a half moon but the signs over it made a whole circle like a full moon. It did not look like some artistic tattoo but it looked like it was made for a purpose like representing something and moreover those signs looked normal but weirdly carrying other meanings. He saw me staring at his tattoo. "Don't worry. I am not associated with some weird ass cult or anything." He said with a laugh.

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.