Hidden Semicolon Tattoo Novels & Stories

"What did you see?" Swallowing hard again, Janus lifts the sheet lower and shows me a small tattoo on Hyden's chest. It's not the spot for when you find your mate. It's not that red tattoo either that turns black when you find your fated partner. It's just in normal black ink. But that's not what catches my attention. What makes me reel back is the tattoo itself. A six-pointed star. "No," I whisper in half denial. "That's a coincidence. That can’t be right."

Oh, what an adventure learning cartography for a fantasy world was. At first, I just knew I wanted the land in my world to be formed in the basic shape of a semicolon to honor those semicolon tattoos that mean the bearer is a survivor of self-harm/anxiety/depression or things of that sort. This was kind of my symbolism for pushing through, not giving up, and valuing perseverance.

Alec sounded so surprised. “Every pack has their own way of doing it.” There was a pause. “I also offer memory tattoos for half off as long as they are small and not a full back or anything.” “Really?” “Yup.” The rest of the drive was quiet. At one point, Alec reached over and held my hand. I was taken aback but after a little bit, it felt comfortable. When we pulled to the gate, I let go so I could learn forward and look at the guards. He waved me through. Colt was waiting at the door.

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

Many of them were just lying down at the back so they would not participate and so we won't notice them when they walk away to their homes and begun their daily activities without a prayer of guidance to Selene which was said while everyone was down in their knees facing the sunrise and in the evenings, we say it facing the sunset. “Done!” Shane said getting up and taking off his shirt showing properly tanned skin layered with his abs and the muscles on his arms were designed with tattoos that meant many things. There was a tattoo of his mate whom he had just gotten a back view of her when he first met her, she was Hispanic so he'd told the tattoo artist to draw a girl's head - the backview

"We best be on our way then; we're going to the Volkov's hideout." The drive to the hideout took about an hour; I got agitated by each passing minute not knowing if Lia was alive or not. The hideout looked like a mechanic workshop, and for a moment I feared Mark had led us to the wrong place, but my doubts were quelled when I saw the guys, my eyes catching the tattoos which had been drawn subtly. There were three guys there, and each had the mark; one had it on his neck, another had it on his calf, while the last had it drawn in between other tattoos on his arm.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

Now, it seemed like nothing more than me being silly and sentimental. "The tattoo is faded and a little blurry from the skin being soaked in water for so long, but the outline is still discernible." The coroner carefully turned the wrist over. Timothy's initials were right there. Chad's body swayed violently. He was the only one who knew this secret. One year at the full moon festival, I got drunk. I hugged him and cried, rolling up my sleeve to show him the tattoo. "Chad, look! I tattooed his name here. Does that mean we'll never be apart?"

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.

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”