Lotus Mandala Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Remember at my one-year ceremony, when I said that I left the hotel, and went and did something that really meant something to me, before coming to the meeting?” “This was it?” “Yeah.” He ran his fingertip over her curved hip, over the tattoo’s lines. “It’s gorgeous.” “You think?” “I really do. Is it a lotus flower?” “Yes.” “Tell me what it means to you.” “Lotuses celebrate emerging from a struggle, and being stronger for it.” Naomi traced the white petals. “They’re new beginnings, but they’re also warnings… reminders to never forget the struggle. And they’re promises, too – promises to never return to the scene of the conflict. To move on.”

Sera said. Dessa looked at her over the rim of her cup. "Honestly?" "Yes." "Half of them are afraid. A quarter of them are angry. The rest are watching to see which way it goes." She set down her cup. "Nobody knows what to do with a Tattooed Luna. The last one was three hundred years ago. It's not exactly in the current handbook." "Tattooed Luna," Sera said. "Is that not what they've been calling you?" "Nobody's been calling me anything to my face."

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.” “Ryan.” I scoffed.

I said. He grabbed his iPad and turned it on, swiped a few times, and handed it over to me. This was it. It was exactly the kind of tattoo I saw. A dragon, a rather small one, was curled up weirdly and he seemed to have three wings and three legs and it was spitting fire. “This is it. It is exactly what I saw.” I said.

She has porcelain skin, lips as red as blood, and a pair of emerald eyes. I inwardly gasped when I realized that it was her sculpture I saw earlier. "Enchantress..." Ayla uttered in awe. An enchantress is said to have a pair of emerald eyes and porcelain skin. But what really made them distinct is the mandala flower tattooed on their forehead and at the back of both their hands. It is said that it was the Moon Goddess who gave them the mark. "Why do you all look surprised? Aren't I the one you searched for?" she asked.

I asked, keeping my voice low and dark. She nodded slowly, her tentative fingers reaching out to take the book back. I let her, releasing her waist just enough to let her turn the heavy parchment pages. She flipped through several chapters until she reached a highlighted section near the back, pointing a slender finger at a crude hand-drawn illustration before thrusting the book up toward my face. I tilted my head, scanning through the dense, archaic lines of text. blue Lotus. Ancient Lycan potion.

Now she felt inner calm. "Bestie, prepare" Evelyn stretched her hands sideways and two lotuses appeared above her palms. Suddenly, water from the unfrozen part of the lake rose and Vanessa was forced to fly out of it. The arisen water formed the shape of a lotus and rotated slowly. Then the frozen part of the lake also produced an ice lotus. "Woah!" Vanessa exclaimed. So this is what it meant for her bestie to be serious. "Don't admire, take this BFF," Evelyn brought her hands close to each other and launched the four lotuses at Vanessa.

The tattoos incorporated yantras (designs based on sacred geometry), the Om symbol, miniature depictions of Hindu deities, and even mantras written in sanskrit. Savitri sat me on a stool, the air thick with sandalwood and something sharp, like lemon. She squeezed a muddy green paste from a cone, tracing swirling patterns on my arms—loops and flowers that looked like they belonged on a temple wall. She called it mehndi, said it was a kind of temporary tattoo made from crushed leaves, used in India for weddings and blessings, but this batch was special, mixed with herbs to keep the Vetala’s spirit out of me. It didn’t hurt like I’d feared—no needles, just a cool, wet tickle as the paste sank i

“I haven’t forgotten that. Well, it hasn’t caused her any problems yet. Let’s leave it for now. If it appeared it could mean the moon goddess has blessed her.” “Blessed who?” the door suddenly opened and Mel came in. “We’re both talking about Lavana. Carmelia says there’s a tattoo at her back up to her neck. A wolf tattoo.” “Really?” Mel’s eyes widened in surprise. Both nodded. “What expression was the wolf making.” “You mean the wolf tattoo?” Rolandro asked and his friend nodded. “I think it had no expression but the eyes… were that of calm or indifference with a little threat in them.” “Should we ask her about it?” Mel asked.