Holy Trinity Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

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. For a moment, he watched as my fingertips gently examined the tattoo. Then his eyes met mine. They were burning with indescribable emotions. "I put those tattoos on my chest after my mate died. The triskelion was supposed to protect my heart and help me see the truth in people's hearts so that no one could ever fool me again. None of these tattoos, however, can heal the old scar on my own heart." Then he grasped my hand and pressed it to the symbol on his chest, whispering in a deep, sultry voice, "Help me heal."

He recognized all of them, and let them be, telling himself that it wasn’t at all odd that a group of similarly aged girls in a place like Havermouth would all know each other and hang together in their free classes, and it was just coincidental that the Triquetra had f-ked them all. He leaned against a tree and lit a second cigarette when his first was finished, idly using the butt of the first to burn a triangle into the bark. It wasn’t as satisfying as the knotted and twisted Triquetra, but it still marked the Triquetra’s territory, he thought, sort of how they’d marked Aislen as theirs… He’d tattoo all four of them, he decided, with a knotted triangle when they were officially mates. “Rh

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

“I’ll take the ride.” ****** The car ride is quiet. Too quiet. For a moment I begin to regret my decision of accepting to ride with him. Was I scared? No. But there was something odd about him. I sit beside him, my hands resting on my laps and my mind racing with too many thoughts. Then my eyes suddenly drift towards him. To his hands. His arms. To the tattoo- My eyes drift closely to his tattoos. That symbol. A triangle. Not just one. But three triangles interlocked together.

But we would have got what we wanted" he said. "Speak about grounding! Dammit! What if they take our phones"? She asked him. "We do the worst! 😂 we don't come back home... where will they call us? Nowhere? But you know what? Let's cross the bridge once we get there honey" he said. They went to Yazan's room, sat down and checked out tattoo designs. "What type do you wanna make? Tribal, Realism, New school, biomechanical, American Traditional.. Which one"?