Lotus Mandala Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

Colin broke his concentration on my breasts and laughed, “I may have gotten a tribal tattoo when I turned 18, on a whim,” he explained. It was a surprisingly well done half sleeve, not a cliche 90’s tribal style but with intricate mandala designs. It looked like something I would have designed. “I like it,” I told him.

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

My fingers ached to explore the sculpted lines, the subtle indentations, to trace the hidden contours of his body, to delve into the unspoken depths of his soul. I reached out, my hand drawn as if by an invisible force, my fingertips lightly tracing the intricate tattoo that adorned his right bicep. The inked design, a complex tapestry of swirling lines and ancient symbols, stood out in stark relief against the rich, bronze tone of his skin. He shivered slightly at the delicate touch, a subtle, involuntary response that sent a thrilling jolt of awareness coursing through me, a tangible sign of the power I held over him. I lingered on the intricate pattern, following the sweeping lines and in

Did he just flew all the way here only to be told that the man wasn’t capable? “Stop speaking in circles and tell me what I want to hear!” with gritted teeth, Karl growled at the man, pushing his sleeve all the way up, revealing his left hand with the mysterious red lotus tattoo that appeared from nowhere and had been causing him issues ever since then. The man’s eyes flickered with interest as he looked at the tattoo on his hand, but after a moment, he frowned and groaned slightly in pain which baffled Karl as he didn’t understand what was going on with him.

I whispered as the image cleared. He was chained to a dark wall, his face pale, eyes closed. His hands were bound by glowing red runes. His chest moved weakly, he was breathing, but barely. “Lotus! What’s happening to him?” I gasped. “Melanie is draining his power,” Lotus said quietly. “She’s using his connection to the moon’s magic to strengthen herself.” My fists clenched. “She’s hurting him.” “Yes,” Lotus said, “but he’s fighting her. Look closely.”

" Yes of course." " Okay, get ready cause is long..." He said why putting down his food. " Okay firstly, I have one on my chest a wing tattoo which signifies liberty for me. On my forearm, the word GO is written in capital letters cause I love traveling. On my right bicep a big moon representing darkness, on my thorax a rose surrounded with thorns representing the lovely but difficult relationship with my mom. Here,( showing me his left hand) three birds on the back of my left hand representing freedom of choice. On my left-right arm my name written in Chinese, this one, I have done it in Japan during one of my trips. On my left palm a roaring lion representing power. On my right middle fing

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

No one noticed that the man's blank backhand had a mysterious spark of golden and red particles forming the tattoo of a wolf and a human trapped in it, the signature tattoo of Lycans that was a must for survival. Before the tattoo could be fully illuminated by Skyla's touch, Skyla grabbed his hand and averted from her face. After she kept his right hand on his chest, she freed it. The man felt a sudden wave of electricity but since it hardly lasted a second, the man couldn't decipher what happened. Skyla's one hand went to cup the back of the man's head while her other hand was on his chest. Mildly shoving him, Skyla rested his head back on the ground and said, "Don't exert yourself!"

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.