Holy Trinity Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Her ambivalent parents aside, she'd never had someone in her corner. "Well," Ceara offered, fingering her pentagram charm necklace. "For witches, the trinity knot is symbolic of the threefold nature of the Goddess. Mother Goddess represents creation, the Maiden for innocence, and the Crone for wisdom. It also reflects on the forces of nature¡ªearth, fire, and water. The three interlocking circles are emblematic of our sacred casting circles."

"It is not one throne. It is one realm. And we are not three wills. We are one bond in three bodies. The Triarchy is the expression of that bond." The Council observers left later that day, their report unknown, but they did not declare us unstable. That night, the three of us stood in the sacred grove within the keep, under the moon. The stress of the week had left us raw, but connected. "The marks," I said, touching the gold sun on my chest, the twin to their own. "They show we are mates. But we need something that shows we are… this. The Triarchy." Neal grinned. "A new tattoo? I'm in."

tattoo and he had gotten a lot thicker in mass. "Is that a....a tattoo?" I asked not knowing how to feel about it. He had on a white long sleeve shirt so I wasn't able to see it clearly. He then took the shirt for me to see and what I saw surprised me. Kristrin had a few tattoos, one included a phoenix tattoo across his back, a crown tattoo with the word King on top on his left shoulder to the front, more like the collarbone. One of a lion on his right shoulder and a small tattoo of an eye that looked distinctively a lot like mine.

"Be nice. He was just doing what you said." "Yeah, but I was doing something a whole lot more important." Thomas rubbed a hand over his head as a tiny glint of sunlight highlighted the tattoo on his upper arm and shoulder. Instinctively, I smoothed a finger over the intricate design. "What does this mean?" Thomas flexed his bicep, glancing at the tattoo. "Which one? I picked three Greek symbols and combined 'em." "What's this one?" I ran my finger around the dark circular pattern. Goosebumps rushed over his arm as he stared at my lips. "Strength."

A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare. I chuckled. "I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch." Holly giggled. "That's a good idea, actually." "I like the tattoo though," I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area. Holly giggled again. "Only a select few ever get to see THAT one."

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

My God, help me, I am dying and there will be no one who can come to save me! Her back was as well defined as her abdomen but the tattoo, God the tattoo made her stand out in such a striking way that I was sure drool would come out of my mouth at that moment, the tattoo was alluding to marine things I couldn't get the slightest bit of that doubt, but could not define what things were.

Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’ Why would that be the best place to be? “Why are your tattoos sad?” I question, kneading his precious spinous process. “They’re not all sad. Different seasons of my life…” “Were you sad in the past?” He shrugs, a leisurely smile playing on his lips. Another tattoo beneath his neck: ‘Psalm 139:14’ “You’ve got a Bible scripture,” I note out loud. “See. Not all of them are sad. I’ve got two of those.”

"Tell me." "Not yet. Not until I figure out what it means." "Elara—" "Please. Give me time to think." He doesn't like it. Can feel his worry through bond. But he nods. "Okay. But we will talk about it soon." "We will. I promise." I lie back down. Close eyes. But don't sleep. Can't sleep. Too much to think about. Too much to figure out. Trinity bond. Three souls as one. Fire and earth and heart.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”