Divergent Tris Tattoos Novels & Stories

I don’t reply and he sucks in a breath, and I hear him head to the door. “Good night.” He says quietly. I don’t reply. The door opens and I close my eyes as it shuts with a small snap. I drop onto the sofa, gripping the edges as I hang my head. Atticus has an almost identical birthmark. There are three points. The Sublime Triquetra… Repercussion, Retribution and Redemption. The Sable Triquetra… Revenge, Retribution and Rebirth Trifecta needed to purge the world.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

“You were different. You would act as if I were your boyfriend, and Cameron and Heath were not. You created a division between us.” “I was eighteen,” she grimaced as he resumed the tattoo of the triangle, adding color. “I was young and… Ow.” She sobbed in a breath. “Young and inexperienced. People were already calling me the Triquetra slut. My parents were worried that I was getting a reputation. It was okay to have a boyfriend and be sexually active with him, but to have three, at once, and two that publicly acted as if they hated me… Oh god, that hurts.” “The placement under your collar bone means that this one will be more painful of these two tattoos.”

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

Summer was present. It was a very strong and humid sun, the pirates could barely stand the heat, they were all on their backs. Igor was looking at his map. His body was hot, his hair was wet from sweat. Kataleya approached. “ Why the Triquetra tattoo? Igor: “ It means eternity! Kataleya: “ Eternity of what? Igor stared: “ I don't know, tell me! Igor extended his hand, so that Kataleya could read her destiny. Kataleya touched his hand and shook her head.

"Feel how right this is, how perfect we are together." Kai whispered in my ear, his voice was a relief of my intense pleasure. "You're doing perfectly. We love you like this. We love how strong you are." His fingers traced patterns on my skin, grounding me even as I flew apart. Asher's energy joined stronger, weaving through the bond like silver thread. The marks on my body moved, forming a perfect triangle on my skin...silver for Draven, gold for Kai, and gray for Asher. They glowed bright, connecting us in ways that transcended with the physical. "The trinity seals," Asher said. "You are now complete...We all are complete."

“Then there's a series of werewolf lore. And last, you'll find books about the third aspect of your lineage in this section.” Uncle Apollos walks over to a bookshelf and removes a large, leather-bound tome. He opens it and turns to the first page, revealing an intricate drawing of a creature that seems to be a mix between a vampire, a werewolf, and something else entirely. “This is a Tribrid, comprising three supernatural lineages. As you can see, your ancestors were powerful beings, capable of impressive feats. Now it's time for you to learn how to harness your powers and control them.”

"I tend to do stupid things... What if I… hurt you?" Bitter laughter escaped his throat. "That's impossible. I made sure of it." Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands over his chest, taking off his glamour spell and revealing a series of tattoos. I instantly recognized one of them—a triskelion. The Celtic symbol looked exactly as I remembered it from my dream, and before I knew it—just like in my vision—I reached out my hand to touch it.

The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks. Following closely behind Hunter, Tritan assumes the position of the lead, his gaze fixed on the path before them. Attached to his pack is his trident, a large and long gold and silver three-pronged ornate weapon. The intricate engravings on the trident's prongs shimmer in the light shining down from the morning Tritainian skies, symbolizing Tritan's authority and power. Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector.

My head moved back on Christian as I took in his clear light blue eyes. Both of these guys were T-R-O-U-B-L-E if I’d ever seen it. “We’re uhm, actually triplets. Our third is around somewhere,” Vance said, scratching his neck. He turned slightly to the side and I gaped as I took in a massive silver marking on his back. It seemed to shimmer a bit under the sun. Is it a tattoo? My feet moved on their own, desperate to check it out more. He saw what I was doing and grinned. He turned to allow me better access as I ran my fingers over it in awe.