Holy Trinity Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

"Your God, is seven. The spirit of peace, truth, righteousness, love, what ever they are. But no one asks what the six spirits of Satan are. 6 is the devils number, mrs moorman. I made mine the triskelion shape so it looks like the Nazi's swasiki. The mark, is the number of a man, six hundred and three score and six, what it means? You are a christian and you don't know?" "Don't you think that tattoo is going to get you a bad luck?" "They say it attracts alot of negative energies. "He said"since I've had it drawn, I've felt it. " "What do you think it means? "She asked him, skeptic. "Theory deciphers 666 as Neon Qsr, that's either Greek, latin? Nero caecer however. The mark refares to nero's

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

"Here's an invitation from Mr. Strenon Santi. All newcomers to the Tribe's fold are summoned." Golden eyes beheld me, an emblem marked in the shape of a leaf cradling the triquetra—the symbol of the Trinity. The knot woven by intersecting circles, an emblem of unity. "Your family is expected." Gaze locked on the Trinity's emblem, unease crept over me, vague yet potent. I hesitated, but my mother's counsel rang true, and I accepted, my smile genuine. "Thank you, Sir Mikael." "It's nothing, Stella," he turned, addressing a satchel on the table before the sofa. "I must—must be off. Family to fetch."

I envisioned what she had done and looked at the ground around us. “Revak Sik Triquetra!” I commanded, holding my left palm to the ground. The burning on my leg ran up my outer thigh to my hip as power surged from the twelve trees and shot through my hand into the ground. A huge Triquetra superimposed itself over the pentagram, the edges intertwining with the roots of the trees. “Triskele Sik!” Power ran along my left ribs and down my hand as the Triskelion formed over the Triquetra on the ground. Huge looping spirals glowed with power as it danced out.

As Tristan appeared in this world, the tattoos of beta, sigma, and omega signaled its host to feel a bit of pain as a sign that the alpha symbol had chosen its host. The three people smiled at the same time and moment but in a different place because they still haven't met each other. [DEADLY FOREST]

Moments later, his warm release spilled over my chest. I look at my Arab husband’s toned body and the small tattoo of a triangle with spheres at each corner, representing the three of us, and inside it, four smaller spheres representing our children. He got the tattoo as soon as Mahjub was born, right before we had to return to Brazil. "It's my turn now," Bruno says, stepping out from behind me and positioning himself in front of me. I run my hand over my breasts, wiping away Hassan’s streams. Smiling, I stick out my tongue and approach the erection of my first husband. I feel Hassan grab my hair and position himself exactly where Bruno had just been.

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.

The tattoos incorporated yantras (designs based on sacred geometry), the Om symbol, miniature depictions of Hindu deities, and even mantras written in sanskrit. Savitri sat me on a stool, the air thick with sandalwood and something sharp, like lemon. She squeezed a muddy green paste from a cone, tracing swirling patterns on my arms—loops and flowers that looked like they belonged on a temple wall. She called it mehndi, said it was a kind of temporary tattoo made from crushed leaves, used in India for weddings and blessings, but this batch was special, mixed with herbs to keep the Vetala’s spirit out of me. It didn’t hurt like I’d feared—no needles, just a cool, wet tickle as the paste sank i

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.