Lotus Mandala Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

Lina asked, coming closer. “It’s not the same,” Kai corrected. He pointed. “Noah has a moon on his hand and a crescent on his lap. But Sienna has a crescent on her hand and a moon on her lap.” My throat went dry. I couldn’t find words. “I’ve had these tattoos since I was a kid,” I whispered. “But they look like they were drawn by the same person,” Lian said, his voice steady. Everyone nodded in agreement. “How come you’re just noticing this?” Rosa’s voice cut in, and we all turned to her.

He sits on the working table, hanging both his legs to the floor. He took off his shirt and lift his hand motioned me to come to him. I'm in awe right now, cause he had a great body, and what I observed is, he had a tattoo on his right shoulder muscle. It seems like a round shape with dots and swirling hurricane shape. I can't see that clearly, cause I'm not near to him and besides the light shadow is dominating his right hand. I stand there, contemplating to go to him or not, my face is flushed and becomes red I'm sure. Cause the view in front of me is very hot, hotter than a volcano, and I'm melting in this lava .

His gaze was intense, and full of heat and want, both at a level I could not prepare for. I had to look away because of the intensity, but I couldn’t move my head, so I dropped my eyes, and they locked onto something on his forearm. I grabbed his hand so fast, and pulled it down in one sharp movement, looking at the tattoo on his arm, a tattoo of a moon and juniper sprigs. It was almost identical to the drawing I had sent him for his birthday, although the sprigs were framing the moon instead of being in front of the moon.

he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip. He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo, almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back. "Don't stop," he growled from between gritt

"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.”

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

“Oh my Goddess, yes, we so should.” Otto wanted to run his hand down his face, as his friends would. He doubted that he would be the last wolf to have wondered what had happened to Nora since no one had heard from her. He had a tattoo on his right shoulder, a Moon Lotus flower. He had it done two years after he couldn’t find her; he had noticed she used to draw them in the margin of her notebooks. He asked her once what it was for she told him it was a pack tradtion it was to allow the Goddess to see that these who marked their work with is to see that they had learned her teachings. He had it done to show the Goddess he had learned from his mistakes and the pain that he had caused. Instead,

The skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.

Her vision washed over with white as the Heartstone merged with the temple’s magic. Heat gathered in her spine, surging upward, fracturing through her ribs. She inhaled sharply, gripping the radiant floor. The symbol below her glowed one final time and then— It melded into her flesh. Rowan stood still. “Luna… your hand…” Silver patterns spread across her palm like liquid ink—twisting lines, ancient glyphs, a crescent moon at the center. The same design that was etched into the floor just moments before. Kai blinked. “Is that… a tattoo or a curse?”

Thea smirks. With a resigned sigh, I take the book, only to gasp in shock when a fire goes through my hands before a small black ‘T’ appears on the back of my left hand, surrounded by an intricate mandala lotus. It looks like a tattoo, to be honest. “The fuck is this?!” Blake grasps my hand and quickly inspects the strange phenomenon. “Does it hurt?” He asks worriedly. “No… It doesn’t. But it felt as if it was burned into my skin.”