Jesus Crucifixion Tattoo Novels & Stories

His other shoulder is clearly marked with a symbol that I know all too well, and it makes me pale instantly, my blood running cold, as he turns enough to make it visible. It’s the ancient symbol for RA the sun god, bestowed upon all hunters as a tribute when they make their first kill of a supernatural. There’s no other reason for it and I have never seen a human with a tattoo of this design. They wouldn’t have ever seen it as it disappeared with the hunters.

He grabbed his mother's wrist, and chopped off the finger that had the devil's mark. When the devil and his human lover were still together, he had tattooed a butterfly on one of her fingers. Lucas was going to use that finger to get back to his father for defying his warnings. Without a second glance at the screaming woman, Lucas left the prison. He drove to an old park, where he stopped his car, and came out carrying a knife and some candles. He drew patterns on the ground with the knife, and lit the red candles, then he cut his palm with the knife. As his blood dropped to the floor, he called out for the devil in a foreign tongue.

'He is a healer, and I guess when you live to his age you won't let anyone talk you out of what you want to do. Elijah noticed a teeth mark tattoo on Sabu's arm. Peter put his hand on Elijah's shoulder and mouthed "no" to him. Peter had a large thin tattoo going down his back in a line that looked like a sword wound. As Elijah looked around at the other four men he realized they all had various tattoos. Sabu had multiple small black lines crisscrossing on his shoulder blades. Heinrich had a German word on his back that had multiple cut scars through it.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

She asked and he nodded his head. “One of the dead bodies had a crescent moon tattoo on his chest, Alba. It was the same tattoo as mine, and the same one as the buff guy during that night…” his voice began to tremble out of anger, “the same tattoo as the man who killed and tortured my brother that night.”

Hollis asked, making my stomach drop at being caught looking. "What is that tattoo?" I asked, trying to sound casual and unimpressed. "Is it new?" Hollis's other arm lifted, rubbing over the tattoo. He nodded. "It's new. It's a cross with roots and branches." "A cross with roots and branches," I repeated. "I thought Boss's have absolutely nothing to do with certain signs like the cross. I mean....." "You'd be surprised, Ugo. I'm an ardent Christian, the type that is actively active in my church. Projects, support, charity, you name it."

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.

"I don't know what you are, but no enemy of God will speak such blasphemy in front of me and in this holy place! I've accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior and I know he will protect me!" "Oh please, look at that foolish token you're holding, at the broken man nailed to that cross. Does he look like he is in any condition to help you? To protect you from me? You foolish humans think that those crosses will keep you safe, but it's the opposite. What you carry is the symbol of the pathetic and defeated Son of God, dying like an animal in the wilderness with a broken leg. I saw him go up on the cross, I heard his cries of agony, and I saw the spear blade pierce his chest. You carry with y

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.

He dropped the towel and reached out to stroke the swollen peaks with his fingertips. I shivered. "Alexis, I ..." How to say it? There was Tony. "I'm with Tony." He met my eyes with no reproach. "Then I hope these heal soon." He took hold of my hands and turned my wrist up. I looked at my wrist, shocked to see that the raw, nasty brands were gone. In their place were beautiful tattoos! The tattoos were Old World, curlicue crucifixes, like something you'd see in The Vatican.