Handmaid's Tale Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Tsk, tsk. How pitiful." She crouched down, her hand caressing my blood-caked face. "You know," she whispered, her voice as sweet as honey, "while Fenris was making love to me upstairs just now, you know, he was thinking of you the whole time." My heart seized. "He cried out your name when he came," Vanessa giggled in my ear. "Such a pity. The bond is killing him too, but he'll die before he ever acknowledges you as his mate." She stood and rolled up her sleeve. In the moonlight, I saw a silver tattoo on her arm—the sacred sigil of our people, a mark of salvation and strength.

Jared said, and marched into the room where Henry's henchman was held hostage. With the door pushed open, Jared saw that the man with the tattoo was tied to a chair with his head covered in a sack. Upon hearing the creaking of the door, he bellowed, "Who are you? How dare you kidnap me?" Jared looked at him and there it was; the pentagram tattoo on his hand, matching with the height as he was described. At present, Jared could not see his face. Then, he sat on a chair beside the man, maintaining his silence.

About ten minutes after Adrian left, a maid knocked on the door. She wore a typical maid’s uniform, barely spoke to me, and didn’t really look at my face either. She had a cart with some snacks and a bowl of soup. I noticed the small hawk tattoo on her wrist. It was a miniature, but it was the same symbol the other Hawks had. After she left, as I devoured the snacks, I wondered where Thomas's own tattoo was. After all, I had seen him naked and didn’t notice any hawk.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

They were beta, gamma, and several warriors who joined the hunt that night. "You have a new tattoo?" Ed said while punching Aland's muscular stomach lightly. Aland felt his stomach tattooed with pictures of plant tendrils entwining each other. The tattoo was to cover up the scar from the silver stake Jonea had drawn. A lifetime, Aland will never forget it. He perpetuated the scar with a tattoo. "When did you come back from the border?" said Aland. "You look thinner now. Did Hunter give you too much work there?"

he remarked As Danial contemplated the situation, the maid seized a moment of distraction to lunge for the fallen dagger, her movements swift and desperate. Before anyone could react, she grasped the weapon and aimed it at Danial with murderous intent. Danial swiftly pressed his foot onto her hand, preventing her from wielding the weapon effectively. The maid let out a cry of pain as Danial immobilized her, his gaze never leaving hers. At that moment, he noticed a tattoo on the back of her neck—a small star inked in dark ink.

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

She had like six different piercing just on one ear and a tattoo at the side of her neck which was written in Arabic. "What does your tattoo say ?" I asked as she smiled at me. "It says blood ink." I paused for a moment. "Why blood ink ?" I asked. "Oh, because it was written with blood mixed with ink." Kerry tapped Naomi lightly. "It means fighter, don't let this bitch deceive you." For a moment there I was considering if she also had murder charges. "You are Zachary right ? Hannah's husband ? How is Hannah ?" She is fine and she doesn't want to see you. "She's fine, can I borrow you for a moment ?" I looked to Kerry and she knew she had to disappear.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”