Romans & histoires Lotus Mandala Hand Tattoo

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

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

“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.”

Milkyway Galaxy, outside the solar system A young man with symmetrical and sharp facial features stood in front of a small group of ten. His hair was white as was the beard he let grow in both sides of his cheek and his jaw. On both sides of his head, his ears looked as if covered by a seal, and long antennas stretched from them reaching an inch above his head. He had his right hand resting on the left part of his chest and on it was the beautiful life-like tattoo of a white lotus.

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

“As I was.” They became motionless, soaking in the sound of each other’s voice. Hayden turned after some time. His eyes were so piercing and so blue, Lolita’s heart jumped at the view. It’s been a year since the hospital incident. She had never forgotten what he looked like. It was honestly hard to, and it’s not like she could ever forget. He was wearing plain jeans and a sleeveless top. His right hand still had the swirl of tattoos that stretched to his neck. She wondered if his back were still the same, if the angel wings were still there. There was a little mark on his face. When she peered closer, she saw it was another tattoo. A small cross under his eye. It looked like a teardrop. Loli

Grabbing the hem of my hoodie, I threw it over her head and let my eyes feast on her beautiful body, her slightly tanned skin glistening in the moonlight and decorated with black ink similar to mine. Eight tattoos, she had told me. The first one I had already seen before was on her right upper arm, a wolf standing over a half moon, howling. I knew there was an infinity made of flowers on the inside of her right wrist. I found the next on her sternum, another half moon but with a sword piercing through it. But what took my breath away was the intricate flowers and branches beneath her left breast that stretched up all the way to her back. There were two birds sitting amidst those bloomed flow