Feyre Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

I managed to push out a smile. I told her genuinely, "Thank you. But, who are you?" Her smile deepened on her lips. "I am Celeste." She sent a hand out to me, which I took, noticing the black tattoo that stood out on her wrist. It was an unusual tattoo, which seemed more like a runic symbol. It was of three crescent moons, all facing away from each other. What did it represent? "I'm Allyssa," I said, and she nodded knowingly with a smile, causing me to chuckle. "And you already know that. Nice to meet you, Celeste," I said, instantly liking her. It is funny how this night keeps getting weirder.

“Surely not. Who would target a pleasure slave? No one in the household had any idea of his powers until after the attempt, except yourself of course.” “The tattoo is a symbol of his Daiyan status.” That caught Trois by surprise. “He said it was a religious symbol.” “Yhieris is the goddess of the moon and stars.” Kari’s voice was soft but there was a hint of steel in his tone. Ryedir couldn’t help the slight curve of his lips in satisfaction. His little omega always seemed to bounce back somehow. It might be muted but the fiery defiance was still there. “She’s also the patron goddess of all Daiyans. I was born with her mark and it has grown and changed with me. It will be there until the day

When Queenie accidentally touched the Hexbloom, Felix had to treat her immediately, leaving her in nothing but underwear due to the unusual circumstances. In that vulnerable state, he could not help but notice every detail of her body, including places he should not have seen. On Queenie's back, near her right shoulder, there was an intriguing tattoo that initially appeared to be a cobra's head but also resembled a skull upon closer inspection. The design was particularly striking with its red-inked edges, and Felix could not help but recall seeing it somewhere before.

I was starting to enjoy his existence. And it was... scary. "Vivian?" Kai called out, breaking my reverie. I quickly turned my attention to his stomach, trying to look casual. "This tattoo," I said, pointing to the image of two feathers intertwined on the right side of his stomach. "What does it mean?" Kai glanced in the direction I was referring to, then smiled a little. "It's a symbol of freedom. Two feathers-one long, one short-bound together but still having their own direction."

He also said that there is a surprise waiting for us tomorrow. Darkness had fallen all over the forest and the sound of crickets echoed around the trees. A small breeze flew, tingling my skin. I looked down to see goosebumps rise on my arms and thighs. Yes, you heard that right. My thighs are bare. I also took the effort to put on makeup today and look good. My face was glowing and I felt like my heart was glowing too. Allu was ecstatic about getting her new tattoo. A small feather tattoo on her wrist. When I asked her the meaning, she had given me a sad smile before saying that she was fragile as a feather too. It baffled me how a strong person like her could be fragile.

He bends down and presses our foreheads together, then gives me a quick kiss. My heart breaks watching him go through this. And before I can ask any questions about what I’m seeing, it fades out again. I drop the hand holding the mirror into my lap. “He’s not alone. He would be okay - with time,” the other woman says, not identifying herself. She has bright green eyes and hair so black it’s blue. “This is Fayre, Goddess of the Faeries,” Aurora fills me in. I nod my head to her. “Rachel, do you know how often we all get together?” Fayre asks me.

Which should have been the first thing we did, but I guess with the language barriers among other things, it never came to my mind. “Grudal, alpha of Redmoon.” He returns the handshake. “Welcome to our home.” “Thank yo—“the rest of my words get swallowed when I catch sight of white and dark brown hair. With the sun setting in the background and the reddish orange hues, Feyre looks like she is coming right out of a dream. A fantasy the normal mind couldn’t even fathom. Her hair which is usually in a bun is plaited with flower petals in between. The heavy braid hangs off her single shoulder.

*FREYA* Three others circle around me, growling at me. I try to scream but no sound comes out. Then the air changes. He steps out of the shadows. And everything else fades. To my utter bewilderment, he is —naked. His long dark curls touch the sharp angle of his jawline. His lashes sweep across his high cheekbones as he blinks. A tattoo of a wolf baring it's fangs at the moon sits proudly on his shoulder blade.

I shake my head in laughter as we walk to the tattoo shop. We make our selves comfortable, the seats are warm, someone probably just left, this place is crazily crowded, I breath in, and I freeze, I smell Fiona's perfume, I shake my head, I'm going crazy. The tattoo clown gets to work, Zayn gets Zoe on his left wrist, and he gets destiny on his free arm. I seat "I want. . ." I think "Destiny." Zayn grins at me "Welcome to the geng, Bro."