Meaningful Small Witch Tattoos Novels & Stories

In a matter of seconds, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless. My heart raced as I knelt beside one of the witches, my eyes widening as I noticed a tattoo on her neck. It was a symbol I had never seen before. “What is this?” I asked, pointing to the mark. Seraphina’s expression darkened. “It’s a tattoo of vow. It means they swore not to reveal their plan, and if they did, they would die. That’s why they died when they started talking.” I stood up, a sense of dread settling over me. “So, they were willing to die to keep their secrets?”

He said. "Then how'd you...get that?" I pointed with my index finger towards his neck. "I heard you get that type of tattoo or something similar when you come of age as a wizard. It's the symbol that shows the moon goddess has shown her blessings on a wizard, and he is ready to conquer the world with his magic. Also, they say a half moon tattoo could only be found on some unique wizard who has something related to the Alpha blood." He said that as if it wasn't a big deal but for me it was. I was stunned to think that he was taking his powers so lightly.

She was a little harder, as witches tended to blend in the best, but she knew what to look for. The white tattoos etched on to the witches arms with powerful symbols, they were hard to see but Izzie noticed. Next was the spell bag tied onto the witch’s handbag, probably filled with herbs and crystals, and most telling of all was how the pages of the book she was reading turned without her touching them. The creatures Izzie hunted were so used to blending in with human society that not one person would notice the little discrepancies that she did. Jake slid back into the seat across from her, drawing her back into the present.

I sounded more convincing this time. She nodded, moving back to her previous spot. I watched her closely, my eyes constantly falling on the mark on her wrist. My mind was buzzing with so many questions that were now choking my throat. "That mark on your wrist," It surprised me when I heard my voice echoing within the room. Valerie pulled her head up, her eyes curious to know what I had to say. "What does it mean?" Valerie was surprised. Her purple eyes followed my trail to her wrist. "It symbolizes our very existence as witches. It's our identity, it reminds us of our purpose and origin."

It’s rare that I dress up. As I stared into the mirror, barely recognizing myself, I realized I am the spitting image of my mother. I have every one of her features. I twirled around to get the full effect of my dress. It’s long and puffy like a princess, with no straps and a low back that shows the one tattoo I could get even though my father was covered in them and every male pack member. The tattoo represented my human, wolf, and witch. It’s the moon, earth, and a ball of magic intertwined into a triangle. It reminded me of the greatness I can become and will hope to one day achieve.

Their footsteps were well calculated and taken with the same pace and raised at the same time. She looked down at their feet and sighted something dangerous… There was a tattoo on their ankle, A symbol of the dragon mother. Every witch in the whole world knew that symbol only means one thing,it can't be anything good but, Destruction. She began to move backwards, she wasn't informed that their pack is under an attack of the silver lining Coven. The strongest coven in the whole of South witch territory. It's considered the strongest because their coven is located in the heavenlies and they are the closest to the dragon queen.

Her slender fingers grasping it even more tightly, the Witch made a motion as if stabbing herself with the thin rod into the back of her shoulder. In obvious agony and shaking violently from the pain, Chiri fell to her knees shortly afterward. Preserving in carrying out the entirety of this brutal ritual, she pressed it into her skin until the wand crumbled way in her hands. Leaving a deep aggravated burn etched onto her left shoulder. The mark was one Allen had seen before; it was in the shape of an ‘X’. Arrows and circles surrounding the intersected lines, they resembled two crossed arrows.

Now, the air smells like honey and hearth smoke, and the fear has receded like winter’s last frost. I slow my mare near the square, watching a group of young wolves practicing energy pulls with guidance from an older witch. It’s working beautifully, and the world we dreamed of is being built piece by piece. When I dismount, a little girl runs up to me, barefoot and freckled, her hair in wild ringlets. She presses something into my palm before I can ask her name. It’s a crescent-shaped charm carved from bone, bound in silver thread. “For strength,” she whispers.

the witch said and proceeded to draw the circle on the floor. She used white chalk to draw her witchy symbols and placed candles on four points around the circle. “Alright, Alpha, I’ll need you to stand here since you’re the most powerful one,” the witch said, pointing at the spot with the bigger symbol. I arched an eyebrow. Could we really trust this woman? We had no idea what she was doing. What if the spell she was about to cast wasn’t a tracking spell at all? I could end up putting Raina and the Beta couple in danger.

Kitty didn't want to talk about Emma’s and her identity, so she quickly changed her words to, "also might have something to do with a witch, and stuff. Are your world usually so involved with them?" "I see. Yes and no. We don't usually separate our world, so yes, witches are not too strange a concept to be in our life; but no as in, we don't usually intervene with one another's core life values." Erebus nodded and explained, "Witches help us too. Their spells can convenient us as a lot, like this." Erebus opened his hand and there appeared a foggy wolf fang, floating in the middle of his palm. It was his imprint, the one all his Dim Patronus have, and the one that was the symbol of his name.