Holy Trinity Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

But my choice seared in my chest; pure, unrelenting. The Celestial Trinity looked on, their various-colored faces—ebony, olive, pallid—jagged with anticipation and throbbing with auras that were like stabled tempests. I’d deserted them once; I wasn’t going to do so again. Father’s memory required it, the ring on my finger heavy with oaths rediscovered. Russell stroked his silver beard, his obsidian eyes in contemplation as the ritual tattoos on his mahogany skin pulsed a soft blue.

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

Why the wind decided to seek me out now was just a poetic justice. Taking off his shirt I finally saw those muscles in full. For the last day I had seen hints of them. His arms were the most striking to me at the time but those abs. They crawled up his stomach with two black tattoos on each of his pecks. Paw prints? “What are those about?” I pointed to my own chest then to him. Looking down he twitched slightly before shrugging, “Just something my brothers and I do when we start training. Conrad chose lines, Alfred chose stars. It’s like a a symbol that we have completed training.”

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

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.

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.

Every single time. He waits standing next to a large stone slab, a table carved from one of the pillars of the cave. As I approach, he removes his blood-red cloak, revealing his naked flesh, marked with the blue-inked serpent tattoos, spiraling along each arm, weaving into a complex network of knot work across his well-defined back. He turns, and shining in the faint light is a silver torque joined with a simple chain holding three linked charms--the full moon, crescent moon, and dark moon--the crest of the priesthood of the triple-faced goddess. The triple-faced goddess is our Sacred Mother, goddess of magic, motherhood, and rebirth. I can see every blessed inch of him, and I feel my body t

He had his right hand resting on the left part of his chest and on it was the beautiful life-like tattoo of a white lotus. Across from him stood some ten people, six men and four women with the same antennae features. If one observed closely they would also notice on the back of their hands the same tattoo as on the white beard young man's. "We all know each other here, countless times we have worked together. I have abandoned the name of my cowardly father and become Pure. Together, Purity and I have served Primal and we will continue to do so even in the face of this seemingly impassable chasm." He paused, looking around the group of ten, his eyes looking directly into theirs. They all sta

I run my tongue in a circular motion on her belly button, leaving kisses on her exposed abdomen, and that’s when I notice my name tattooed on her left hip. “Tri, when did you get this?” I ask, tracing my fingers on the ink. I lift my head when she doesn’t reply. She’s biting her lower lip again. “Nevermind, I will ask you later.” I continue kissing her down to her pubic bone. I’m a little bit annoyed with her PJ bottom. Trinity sits abruptly, reaching the drawer in the nightstand. I look at her, raising my brows quizzically. “Trinity, that can’t wait later, and I still need to taste you.”