Interstate Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

"We're mates, baby. It means we belong together." Noreen noticed the small tattoo behind Thiery's ear: a black moon in the center of a circle of standing wire. She felt behind her own ear. "That tattoo?" Noreen asked. "My mark? I don't even remember anything about it." Thiery's face darkened, just for a moment. "I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You."

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.”

Life would have been so much simpler for everyone if we weren't alive. Izzy could have been happy with her true mate and parents. We took it all away from her. We can't blame her for hating us, we hate us. As we sit there we can't help but run our fingers over the scars. They had all asked us at one point or another about our back tattoo. It covered everything. No piece of skin was clean. We didn't want to see the scars anymore so before we set out here, we went to the tattoo parlour. Every picture has a meaning. We didn't pick at random, we wanted something about ourselves to have meaning. They had taken everything away from us, we just needed something, something that kept us going, kept m

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

He said and grabbed my hand before I could touch a tattoo on his left side of chest. “What is the meaning of your tattoo, it’s beautiful.” I complimented a beautiful and unique design with something written in old language. His lips which were on my mid riff, stopped and those hazy eyes again locked with mine. Did I make a mistake? I promised not to dig into his personal life until he’s ready to share it with me. “It is an ancient Roman symbol of war and victory and the phrase defines a man who never sees the defeat.” He explained the meaning of his tattoo to me. I was surprised, he didn’t shut me out.

I pulled the fabric away, exposing his chest to my eyes. His chest was covered in tattoos, and I ran my fingers over them, wondering what they meant. “This one—tell me, what does it mean?” I asked in a whisper, pointing to a tattoo of a bird flying on the left side of his chest. “The bird represents my freedom. I got it a week after I went to military camp; it reminds me of freedom,” he said, holding my face gently. I rested my cheek in his palm, locking eyes with him. “You’re turning me on, you know that?” he said, and I pressed my body closer to his.

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."

“I’m not going anywhere. Not today. Not ever. No matter how many people you throw in the mix. Don't make her choose; you'd be the one who loses because she's it for me.” Rebel looked surprised and a little amused. I, however, nearly choked on my water. “I never asked you to go anywhere,” I replied coolly. “You didn’t have to,” he said. “But it’s always there. The undertone. Like I’m a passing phase. A problem. Some tattoo she’ll eventually laser off.” Rebel snorted. “I do have a tattoo of you, technically. It just says ‘William' under my ribs; you made sure I got one after your crazy ass got my face on your whole back and chest.”

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

I step toward her before I can stop myself, my eyes narrowed and honed on the symbol–a circle with two lines just off center. Her lips part to shout at me to back away, I’m sure, just as Chastan calls from downstairs. I meet her eyes. “Is that your wedding tattoo?” I ask, and she narrows her eyes at me. “Where did you say you were from?” “I didn’t,” I reply and tear myself from her side, hurrying down the stairs while my mind works overtime. All married couples in Endova and Teshka get those tattoos. My parents have them, matching sets, and every couple gets a different symbol decided upon by our priestesses.