Jesus Crucifixion Tattoo Novels & Stories

He teetered for an instant, his back a pool of blood and then like a wounded deer, he started crawling on his stomach, his blood-spattered back drowned his will as every push he made slowly came to an end. Above him was a man holding a sharp machete. Before Peter could comprehend what was going on, the chief priest of Umuoku stared at him and raised a machete. A sharp drive towards his neck, the crucifix disembedded from his necklace and fell on the ground with the wounded face of Jesus Christ staring at his dead body.

The tattoo was his art, his design, and also the image of what he carried inside him every day the image he now carried on his back, that moved with him. Nikolai name was inked with intricate, beautiful calligraphy letters, while nico name was bold, broken, and bleeding into the flames. He loved his brother, but hated himself. There was a single crack in the headstone right at the top of the cross. The flames that engulfed the cross from the ground were blood red, angry shades of orange, its only goal to destroy while his name suffered its wrath.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

The white roses kept on the altar have started wilting. A four-pointed crucifix is standing proudly behind the candles and roses. It consists of an upright post and a single crosspiece to which Jesus's arms are shown to be nailed. There's an additional third crossbar to which the feet are nailed. There's a spear wound in His ribs and his whole body is covered in blood. A suffering man adorned with the crown of thrones.

Pure, unholy sin. My hands moved on their own, sliding up his chest, tracing the tight lines of muscle beneath his warm olive skin. My fingers brushed the tattoo inked into his ribs, the Italian cross, the Latin carved beneath it. Mors tua, vita mea. Your death, my life. His grip tightened on my waist. He pushed me back, and my spine met the cold marble wall with a gasp. The contrast between his heat and the chill behind me sent a shiver all the way down to my toes. Zach’s lips left mine and dropped to my neck, kissing, biting, branding me with sins no holy water could ever cleanse.

I let go of him and took the disinfectant towel Jasper handed me, carefully wiping my hands. "People who've been tainted… I don't want those either." Joshua went rigid, all color draining from his face. I gave a slight nod to the tattoo artist I had called in. The artist picked up his machine and began marking Joshua's body without hesitation. Joshua screamed. One stroke after another, the ink carved itself into his skin, his arms, his neck, even his face, leaving behind glaring red text. He cried, begged, then cursed. By the end, he lay collapsed on the floor, his body covered in grotesque red markings.

They were brutally killed, his wolf went all out to end their lives. He took off their masks and for a minute, he stilled. There was a tattoo on their forehead. It was a cross symbol, with a word written in Russia. "Dark knights," he mumbled. They were one of the most deadly werewolf gangsters in the world. How could his Father put so much effort into taking out Jordy? What level of hatred would make him go this far? Jordy. Thoughts of him got Jamal jerking to his feet and sprinting to the cage the men had stalked a while ago.

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.