Meaningful Small Witch Tattoos Novels & Stories

He responds as he looks at me. I glance towards the end of the bar and nod towards the woman sitting there. Trevor looked at me and nodded then cleared his throat. The young woman at the end didn't move a single muscle. Her long black wavy hair hung over one side of her shoulder covering her face but revealing a small piece of tattoo on her shoulder blade. I glance in the giant mirror on the wall behind the counter. The tops of two very detailed wings covered her shoulders and disappeared under the back of her dress. There was a small tattoo on the back of her neck that I recognized well. It's a symbol we all get when we come of age as wolves. It's like a badge of honor.

She wanted to give him pups. "Name it." "Three things." The witch began laying out objects on the altar. "First, blood of the betrayed." She pointed to Tank's MC cut, which Roxy had stolen. Her brother's blood still stained the leather from when she'd knocked him unconscious to escape. He wasn't her brother anymore. "Second, essence of the claim." She placed a silver bowl on the altar. "You'll need something from their claiming night. Hair, skin, blood – anything that holds the power of their bond."

The witches’ trademark. I hate the old tongue. It’s used mostly by witches, especially for rituals as ancient as the moon. It has a thousand little intricacies, witches say it one way, lycans another, even the vamps bend it differently. A witch with fire at her fingertip pries me from Vey’s steady hands and I almost fall. She pushes me once to steady me, then leads me to the largest symbol on the floor. I stare at the moonstones and find comfort in the way trapped moonlight swirls in them. It’s beautiful.

She cradles our hands as she chants a blessing and protection spell. “Smoke of air and fire of earth, protect and bless the unborn bairn. Power of love, friendship, and light, guard the parents through the night. Shield their wolves from harm and fear, let their hearts be filled with cheer. As I speak, so mote it be. Merry part and blessed be.” We thank the wolf-witch, grateful for the small favor she granted us.

Then she stops moving and makes a cutting gesture with her fingers, as if she's using a pair of scissors to cut something up. She must be severing the bond. ... The bond that connects her— that useless, stammering Omega— to the three most powerful males in the pack. That bond must be mine. “Blood for blood,” the witch says and I tap my feet immediately. Say it been destroyed already!! “Moonlight for shadow; touch what should not be touched; claim what should not be claimed.” Then the symbols on the altar she'd set up catch fire, and along with it, I hear a snapping sound.

D*mn, that word made my d*ck twitch. "Really, huh?! Do you want me to serve you right now?!" She nodded while batting her eyelashes. "Okay, whatever my queen wants!" Her giggles were music to my ears. We kissed, we hugged, and we made love under the moonlight. "Mark me again, Logan!" She uttered after. "I can mind-link Witch Anya to remove this tattoo and mark me again!" I glanced at the butterfly tattoo printed on her marking spot. Honestly, the tattoo was strikingly beautiful. I wouldn't mind marking her with her tattoo sitting there. "No need, sweetheart. I will mark you again even if you have that tattoo on your neck!"

Levi's POV I blinked. “Tattoo?” I echoed in disbelief. Even my wolf was curious now. I’d seen her body naked and bare, and I’d never seen a single spot on her that indicated she had any kind of marking. “She has a tattoo on her back,” Rita continued, unphased by my skepticism. In fact, she was smirking, happy that she knew something that I didn’t: “One that can only be seen in moonlight--- some witchy shit! Scared the hell out of me the first time I saw it.” She shrugged. “She said it was a gift from her mother when she turned 12 and shifted for the first time.”

Described as the power of witchery and sorcery, he asked church leaders to stand fast against it. Saducismus Triumphatus was the first to reference a spell capsule called the Witch's Bottle. They also knew it as a Bottled Spell. Made from clay, glass, or stone, it was counter-divination. It was protection against other covens, curses, and hexes. These bottles could contain nails, the urine of the victim, and thorns. They often filled them with hair, menstrual blood, wine, and bone. However, the spells in the bottle would only work if kept hidden and intact.

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

"What covenant?" Then, she’s a witch— “It’s no symbol of covenant,” Via dropped it. She shook his head. “I’ve searched for it. Stan did and so did Mom. It’s not a symbol of a covenant or anything, not even a symbol of a wolf, ”she sighed. "It's just a tattoo of broken wings." “So, it’s nonsense?” I asked. “Yeah, she told me that she tattooed it together with her friends when she was in high school. It looks legit when she says that. So, she's definitely not a witch.”