Holy Trinity Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

She was leaving tomorrow anyway. They rode the elevator up in comfortable silence and she unlocked her door. "Bathroom is right over there." "You don't want to go first?" "No, you're wetter than I am." He took a fifteen minute shower and came out wrapped in a towel. She stared at the Trishul tattoo on his forearm. Below the Trishul was the name Mahadev. She couldn't believe her eyes for a minute because she had the same exact Trishul tattoo on the side of her ribs.

“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.

“Unless I altered the fate the gods planned for me. Maybe that’s why my tattoo is twisted because, from that point, the path they imagined for me ceased to exist.” “Only the gods can answer that.”Tristan hesitated, still holding my hands. Or a seer.” “Know one?” I asked, then immediately regretted it when he dropped my hands. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. What happened to my mother was not your fault.” And certainly not anything he wished to talk about. I searched my brain for a way to shift the conversation that wouldn’t feel weird, ultimately blurting out, “What does your tattoo depict?”

They might win if they ruin it for me. Tristan still didn’t say a word, but the silence between us wasn’t empty. It was full of promises he hadn’t made yet, and the war he was preparing to wage in my name. I turned toward him then, finally facing those eyes that seemed to see every crack in me and somehow still held me like I was whole. “I want to get a tattoo.” He blinked. “A tattoo? The one you mentioned about the other day?” he asked. Finally he spoke.

The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder about the stories behind those empowering lines. The ink on her skin seemed to carry a profound message, inviting me to embrace my true self without reservations. Then came the third tattoo, just beneath her right breast, a declaration that struck a chord within me – "Always Choose Happiness." The placement seemed intentional, emphasizing the importance of finding joy in life. As she turned towards me to reveal it, a strange sensation enveloped me, a mix of warmth and a fluttering in my chest. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken connection as her words lingered in the air.

"...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off." "I can't. I can not let the likes of you see me naked, so turn around first." "Oh you little sinner, I have seen parts of you that not even you have seen before now, take it off." the evil angel said again gritting from his fangs. Sonny took off her shirt and was left in her black sports bra. Now the lines that covered her skin were fully visibly and glorious to look at. Anyone who knew not that this were natural to her would think they were the coolest tattoos ever. The way they were design around her torso, stretching from that trian

I reach a hand out and trace my fingers along the line of one of his tattoos, knowing its just an excuse to touch his sculpted abs. “Sri Yantra I believe the geometric designs are called,” I comment, remembering studying the designs when I took art during my senior years of high school. “Yes,” he confirms, smiling at me like he's impressed. “They symbolise balance and meditation, two things I need in my hectic life” “I love them,” I tell him, resting my palm on his chest. I can feel his heart beat increase and for a moment I think he's going to lean down and kiss me but instead he surprises me by pulling away.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

I couldn't look away. The way the material was clinging to his abs was mesmerizing. I could see tattoos inked on his chest and upper arms that I'd never seen before. His silver nose ring was glinting in the light. You're not supposed to do those things. Our bodies are temples. I wanted nothing more than worship at Tristian's pierced, tattooed and toned temple. “Did you hear me, Haven?” Gabe asked. “I'm sorry, what?” I asked. “I said if you want to help out, Tristian looks like he could use some. He's doing that car all by himself.”