Lotus Mandala Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

"The war has entered a stalemate. The High Command cannot launch an atmospheric strike while three elemental anchors hold the sky." Caelen looked down at our joined hands, his eyes widening slightly as he noticed the new golden-red lotus tattoos glowing beneath our skin, interwoven with the triple-braided mark we already bore. A small, knowing smile touched the old warrior's lips. "Then the valley is safe for now. You have given us a window of real peace, Alpha."

By the time he reached his den, he was soaked to the bone, looking like a drowned rat stripped of its pride. He slumped onto the sofa, the "City of Cycles" clutched in his palm. To his shock, the artifact was burning hot, pulsating against his skin like a frantic heartbeat. He dangled it before his eyes. The pendant was carved from jet-black jade—a lotus seed on one side, leaves on the other—hanging from a platinum chain that mimicked the delicate, interlocking structure of a spinal column. Having spent years with Victoria the designer, Nathan knew the symbolism: lotus flowers meant rebirth. But he was a staunch materialist, a male who believed only in tooth and claw. The mystical vibration

Her violet eyes locked on my neck, and I froze as her fingers brushed lightly against my skin, tilting my head to the side. Surprise rippled through the group. I didn’t need a mirror to know what they were seeing. The mark still pulsed faintly, warm and tingling where Dane’s canines had sunk into me. A lotus flower, crafted entirely from flames, unfurled at the curve of my neck. It was a stunning symbol of strength. “Goddess,” Gambit breathed, awestruck. “It’s absolutely beautiful.” I swallowed hard, glancing at Dane. He stood unflinching under their scrutiny, though I could feel through the bond that his chest was tight, uneasy with nerves.

My focus turned to the direction. A man was facing at my replica and he was extending a big dark lotus to my replica. His fair broad shoulder had a big tattoo of the snake behind the clouds! The same one I saw in the hall of the council building. The images started taking the motion and I could now closely view them. He walks up to her and with his free hand he scoops her up and kisses her lips holding her tightly against his wet body. His neck-length black hair covers his face from my vision. They pulled away after a few seconds and he gives those flowers to her. My replica was smiling widely and her purple eyes have nothing but love. The man turns to the side from where I was looking at th

When I don’t move for a good ten seconds, he shoved the thing in my face. Taking the paper, I turned it over, looking at the sketch. “It looks like Medusa,” Indra says. “Male version of Medusa,” the sketch was as Indra had said, the typical drawing of Medusa, but instead it was a male. His eyes are white, wide and panic stricken. His mouth is covered by a black duct tape, his head full of snakes. “What does this mean?” I asked Jordan. ‘This is Ludo’s tattoo,” he signed, informing us. ‘It’s on the inside of his thigh,’

He pointed a finger into the air and ripples of purplish lights blossomed from the tip of his finger, forming sheets of light that stretched into a barrier enchantment that enclosed Mo Yan inside. "Purplish Lotus Enchantment of Purification, destroy!" Hum! Translucent violet lotuses – each no larger than a serving bowl– bloomed in thin air as Chu Xun performed hand seals quickly, twinkling brightly like sparkling amethysts. Whoosh! The lotuses hovered in mid-air, glowing like dazzling lanterns, before, at Chu Xun's directions, they swarmed at Mo Yan and lunged at him. Each and every purple lotus swooped down on Mo Yan, casting a long and wide carpet-bombing run that blasted every inch of fle

I liked the idea of having something that would stick with me forever, especially something that clearly had great significance for him to embed into his skin. "I love them. They're really pretty," he smiled, a hint of possession clear in his eyes. I flushed at what I had said not meaning to let it out. As it was a mere thought. My hand subconsciously halted on the horizontal and vertical thick lines of ink with wonder and admiration. He laid his hand where mine was and drew it up to his shoulder leaning down to show me something. I gasped noting a small lotus flower that seemed to be new and was distinctively located on his clavicle and I smiled running my fingertips over it.

It was covered with a white cloth but still any one could guess that it was a book. That lady forwarded that book towards Elara who stared at that lady's face then at the book but something caught her attention, it was that lady's wrist, she had a strangely beautiful tattoo engraved on her wrist, it was a beautiful sword and a blue lotus on the top of it. Elara took her time to admire the tattoo, she felt strangely drawn towards that tattoo but she got out of her trance when that lady cleared her throat. Elara looked up at that lady who gave her the softest smile she has seen.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

I shake my head at him and look away. He's sitting with his knees pulled up and his arms draped lazily over them, giving me a view of his arm and hand tattoos. He has 'love' and 'pain' tattooed across his knuckles; on his right hand, he has a rose, and on the left, he has a skull. My eyes follow up his arms looking at the artwork on them for a second before I rip them away and return my glare to him.