Lotus Mandala Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

Every curve and line is perfect and accentuated by the glowing energy pulsating beneath my skin as if it were carved from marble by the Goddesses themselves. My right arm has a strange tattoo swirling up it with an odd energy fused into it. The black claws on my hands glisten in the brilliant light of the portal, their sharp points glinting like obsidian knives. As I concentrate, they slowly retract into my fingertips, disappearing from view. With another thought, they shoot out again like deadly daggers, ready for action.

It finally came to rest at the back of my left hand, where a single, glowing golden dragon curled around my knuckles. I looked at Sol and saw the exact mirror. His shadow-and-star tattoo started at his left foot, racing up his powerful frame in a dark, glittering wave. It crossed his chest—where my name pulsed in silver—and draped over his right shoulder, ending in a swirl of starlight and wolves on his right hand. When we reached out to each other, our marked hands met. The gold of his name on my skin and the silver of mine on his seemed to spark where they touched. We were a living tapestry of the two greatest lineages to ever walk the earth.

His whole body was also covered in tattoo, as far as Temujin could see of his skin not covered by the brown robe and the hazy atmosphere inside the lodge, which was starting to play tricks with Temujin’s eyes – or head. “Have you come to find yourself?” “I am not lost. I know who I am.” “Everyone has a need to find himself from time to time.” Before Temujin could answer, the shaman threw something into the stones that made the fire blaze. Smoke came between him and the shaman and completely obstructed Temujin’s vision. The last thing he saw was the old man’s hands forming the hand seal of Retsu, also called the mudra of Supreme Wisdom. His left index finger was pointing upwards and wrapped b

I never expected that in this life, I would use that memory to give it a name to tame it. Black flames erupt and consume my hand. I managed to draw it back but that black flame continues to linger on my hand. It doesn’t burn, though, but it is gradually subsiding. It burns smaller and continues to shrink in size until it is fully gone. All that remains is a black diamond tattoo on the side of my ring finger.

in my sea of consciousness instead of the one in my dantian to fill the blood of the panther? Theoretically, the "Breath" had to be used to prevent any rejection from the tattoo. Yet, what changes there would be if she used the one that he personally refined? Lucinda was curious so she decided to give it a try. There was no need to train in the drawing of the creature since his rank 2 mental sphere had perfectly memorized the appearance of the panther, Lucinda simply did a couple of sketches to be sure of her capability. 'I don't have time to absorb more "Breath" or the ingredients for the spell would go to waste, I will use the liquid one that I have already stored.'

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

He rolled up the first of his sleeves and stretched his hand out so it caught the light. His entire sleeve was a canvas of intricate tattoos, with a clock dominating the design, its inner gears showing and extending down to his wrists. Surrounding the clock was a blooming rose flower, its petals wilting. Delicate rose flowers bloomed around it, their petals hugging the clock, yet also wilting, as if succumbing to the passage of time. Dominating the top part of his hand was what I assumed was an angel, with a dark cloak over his body and a blade buried in his chest

It's like he's my human teddy bear, he keeps my nightmare away. I started rubbing my forefinger over his tons of tattoos on his left arm. It feels like the skin on his tattoo felt a bit bulging but I love he feeling of it against my skin. I glued my eyes on his mermaid tattoo and it's funny how he has a mermaid tattoo on him when he's a man. But for some reason it even makes him more manly even though it's a female-ish tattoo. I run my forefinger down to his long fingers and held his hand as I stare at his fingernails. His hand was really huge. It could even cover my entire palm. I tried to entwine my fingers in between the spaces of his fingers and held his hand tight.

Instantly the black and white scenario slowly reversed as all that were moulded returned to their flesh like form. Behind John was Pandora. The details were given as the camera's view rolled towards her. As Pete left the eyes of Medusa, she fell to her knees and instantly, Pandora raised her right hand up. Her garment from the right side was connected to her middle finger and formed a ring like design. This was until now discovered and was done to the left side of her garment and her finger. On her right finger, the tattoo of the box with multiple sigils was seen, it was presumed to be Pandora's box, although not been confirmed yet.