Crown Chakra Tattoo Novels & Stories

Alpha Caleb smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "My beloved children," he began, his voice brimming with emotion, "today, I present to you a symbol of your growth, resilience, and dedication. Inside this box lies the ancient crown, a symbol of authority and leadership that has been passed down through generations." Ethan and Ava exchanged glances, their hearts filled with a mixture of gratitude and awe. They approached the box, their hands trembling slightly as they lifted the lid. Nestled within was a magnificent crown, adorned with intricately carved symbols representing unity, strength, and wisdom.

“Holy shit. What is that?” She doesn’t seem to notice anything as she tilts her head to Saint with a sweet smile and her hand outstretched for him. Her cheeks are rosy from the chilled air, creating an odd discrepancy from her ivory skin, white hair, and white eyes. Above Kas is what I can only describe as a crown floating a few inches over her head. The crown looks like it’s on fire. No. It looks like it’s made of fire. It’s composed of black flames that turn purple as it licks into the night sky and come into five points that remind me of spires burning tall in the night air. The one in the front center is the tallest. Each point emits colored smoke: scarlet red, golden yellow, silvery gra

“A selfish, insular paradise. You asked what was forgotten. Look upon it.” He raises his hands. Above them, threads of resentment, of pure, undiluted envy, weave together from every single one of his gathered souls. They form a circlet of jagged, dark light. A Crown. I don’t need to be told what it does. I can feel its function from here. It doesn’t kill. It negates. It denies the very premise of us. Love. Sacrifice. The power that comes from caring for one person more than the entire universe.

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?"

He pulled Cora behind him, tucking her under his wing as he glared at the wolves growling ferociously at them. One of the wolves shifted, his eyes landing murderously on Cora before he shifted his attention to Zanicus. He had a crown tattoo on his chest and I locked my eyes on it. I remember this from my history class. The symbol royal guards of the first werewolf family wear on their chest is the same as his. I looked around and noticed all the other wolves who have shifted had the same tattoo on that spot. “Zanicus, what is the meaning of this?” the leader snarled.

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.

"As for you, Lorenzo. You say she isn't 'clean'?" "In my eyes, her soul is ten thousand times more noble than your putrid heart." "For every insult you hurl at her, I will strip you of one of your territories." Lorenzo’s face turned deathly, translucent pale. Greed and terror fought a violent battle in the depths of his eyes. He opened his mouth, but the vile words were choked back by the icy realization of his crumbling empire. Sebastian didn't give him another look. He waved a hand in unfiltered disgust.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful. The vision of the wings fades away. I look back to the sword and notice there more. Beneath the blade, there are three drops of velvet-red blood. The start of small, each drop becomes larger than the next. “What is all of this?” I say in awe. “This is not just a tattoo, is it?” I realize as I stare at a rustic gold chalice. “No, Katrina. I am afraid it's not.” “Why is the cup appear as if they never finished the design?”

A woman in the crowd screamed when they saw my tattoos. Celtic symbols were tattooed down my spine with intricate vines weaving in and out of the symbols, the vines weaved and circled the tree of life, which was tattooed on my right ribcage with the symbols for the maiden mother and crone in the roots. I had more tattoos covering my body, but the clothes in this time hid them very well. The men poked at the tattoos and scratched at any marking they could find on my body. “Are you done yet?” I hissed with a warning.