Heavens Gates Tattoo Novels & Stories

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

It’s no ordinary tattoo job, there’s a shitload of blessings, incantations and all kinds of scented smoke to waft around before they get on with the job. It’s no ordinary ink either, the black crystals that make up some of our cave formations are ground in for good measure. A connection to the earth the Moon Goddess gave us apparently. My father’s back, which I remember glimpsing as a child years ago, is absolutely covered, I’m only getting started. It’s a combination of protection and blessings. I used to think it was an idle tradition. Learning how much demonic, dark shit Father has bunged away in our cave system, I’ll take every tattoo going now.

“Heaven’s Gate was at the bottom of the barrel compared to the other sacred martial arts training grounds, but they’re still completely unfathomable beings. “The head is a God of War. He already had the strength to unite man and nature many years ago. “The elder group serves under him. There are nine positions in total. “Currently, the Gibson family, the Lowe family, and the Bowie family hold one position each. “The Lowe family and the Bowie family have a long history together. The heads of both families are Heaven Gate’s great elder and second elder. “With the marriage between the two families coming soon, they’re definitely in the same boat…”

"what ugly tattoo is that?' "That's a gang-related tattoo." "American flag," said Joshua Tiffany was familiar with the American tattoo; she had seen that tattoo in her area. The guy with the American flag tattoo then said, "Who are you?" Joshua saw the number twenty-eight on his hand. He is the main guy between them. The number is a prison tattoo initiated from the prison; it served as a high ranking. When you serve a few in prison, you choose a ranking of twenty-six, twenty-seven, or twenty-eight. You need to go through an initiation to get that number, as Lucifer had gone through.

Hannah and Olivia both wore expressions of sudden understanding. "So do we wait here? Or what should we do?" Hannah thought about what Kayla said, that Chase would reach Boundless Spiritual Heaven any minute now. Should they go out to meet him? Also, Chase's parents were still waiting in spirit form. Should they let them know? "Boundless Spiritual Heaven is made up of countless universes all at the same level. There's no way we could track down exactly where Chase ascends. Better to wait until he arrives and then use techniques to find him.

Or at least, I try. But my gaze never makes it to his face. Instead, it lands on them. His tattoos. Dark ink sprawls across his chest in a masterpiece of meaning I can’t quite decipher. Hawks take flight from his ribs, their wings stretching wide, as if fleeing something unseen. Beneath them, shadows curl into thorned branches, creeping toward his arms, where they twist into something darker—skulls hidden within the tangle, their hollow eyes watching. And beneath it all, symbols—sharp, cryptic, carved into his skin like remnants of a past that refuses to be forgotten.