Novel & Cerita Lotus Mandala Hand Tattoo

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.

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

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.