Hyacinth Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

I slowly traced his tattoo, which covered the upper part of his biceps. I remembered seeing it for the first time when we were on the yacht heading to Cambodia. He took a deep breath. “It means power, strength, and courage,” he said. “Behind that tattoo is a scar.” I furrowed my brow and looked up slightly. “Scar? What do you mean?”

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

Elion said while I mouthed ‘I see. My finger darted between Elion and Hael. “Yours and Hael's signifies rebirth, right?” I blurted to their surprise. They weren't expecting that I would know the meaning behind their tattoos. “Yeah.” They gasped in unison. “And yours signifies what?” My brows arched as my gaze landed on Kieran. “Royalty?” A smile broke on his lips. He didn't need to say it before I knew that I got it right.

I flinched at the pain. "There… done" Maddy said and wiped off the blood from my skin. I finally let out a sigh of relief and waited for the pain to lessen before slowly standing up from the chair. I walked to the full-length mirror and looked into my detailed rose below my shoulder blade in awe. I wanted this pattern specifically because roses symbolize passion, promise, hope, and new beginnings. I saw Logan walking towards me before pressing a gentle kiss on my tattoo from behind. “It looks great,” he said.

“You’re right. It is used at funerals. However, in the language of flowers, a different colour variation can drastically alter a flower’s meaning. In the case of the Tiger Lily, it represents the pride of someone’s life. Yet, it is used as a symbol of death. Do you know what that means?” Zen pondered over the invigilator’s words for a while. It was a very contradictory meaning. A flower that celebrates the pride of life but is used as a symbol of death… whose pride are they celebrating? Why did the man he saved also have that tattoo? “Have you heard of the Echo Association?” Bolt asked after a while. Zen shook his head. “What’s that?” Frustrated by Zen’s ignorance, Yelena slammed the counter

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

Just a petal—less and thorny sprig, which could be interpreted literally to mean a rose. "If you don't want to talk about Froy yet. I'll wait until you're in a good mood. But, can you tell me what this new tattoo means?" Actually, there was a feeling of not accepting Abihirt's decision when the man did something without her permission. What could Barbara say? It was already done. The new tattoo was there, and she still had to wait for him to speak. "It's just a flower stem. It has no meaning."

But close enough to the spirit of Lysander’s betrayal. Cyprian leaned back. He tapped his fingers on the leather armrest. He looked at her reflection in the darkened window. The image was ghostly—a woman in red, superimposed over the passing city. In the reflection, the "Thornless Rose" tattoo on his neck seemed to hover right next to her cheek. A rose without thorns. A symbol of beauty that couldn't hurt you. Or perhaps, a symbol of something that had been stripped of its defenses.

He asked, tracing the smaller flower that composed her black and grey tattoo. “The peony? I find it cute,” she shrugged. “Cute?” He was lost. She had a flower that had a double meaning that eternalized her mother on her skin and another she found… cute? “What, you thought it would have another deep and symbolic meaning?” She pushed her body up to lay against the headboard, and Chris laid on her lap still looking at the ink. She carelessly played with his hair, and it felt like home. He thought it would be a sensitive matter, but she was laughing.