Meaningful Unique Gemini Tattoos Novels & Stories

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

she called out and I hummed titling my head to look at her. "What does the tattoo on your back mean?" She asked as my hands moved around her waist, laying in her lap. "The names are the people close to me I lost, the crown above the names represents the value they held in my life and the wings symbolizes prayers for peace and happiness," I replied "When did you get it?" "I started it when I was 17 and lost my bestfriend in a drive by and the names gradually increased as life went on," "I'm sorry about that,"

I take a pause before I continued to say, "I'm just bothered about your couple tattoo that you had with her. You didn't mention that." He chuckles. "I already forgot about that if she didn't mention it. A also means Anne. My mother." He answers. He pulled his right sleeve, "See the letter G? That stands for Gemma." I smile ruefully. "You know you're soooo cute when you're acting jealous because you suck at hiding it." He grins. I laugh softly. "It doesn't really matter anymore Gage. I'm just thankful that you let me meet her. It's just a stupid couple tattoo you had back in the day and whatever it meant doesn't matter anymore because it's all in the past."

“Talk.” “I can’t prove it yet,” I said quickly. “But I can. It would be easy for me to check. Gemma described a tattoo. He… he…” The world tilted again. I bent forward and pressed my head between my knees. “I thought it belonged to someone else. He told me it was a reminder of who he used to be. I thought he meant someone he killed. But I was wrong. It’s a reminder of who he used to be. It’s hanging on the wall.” “Aria, breathe,” Nyssa snapped. “You’re not making sense. What is hanging on whose wall?”

"More or less. It's time you knew." Well, so he was going to tell me what he and Ben had planned. This wasn't a trick or a tactic to get information out of me, right? And he was... really Jeremiah, right? "All right, if you tell me your plan and Ben's, I'll give you this important information," I replied. But, no, J. I won't tell you everything. Caution must remain in my dictionary. "My birth symbols are Castor and Pollux, representing the Gemini constellation, and the ruling planet is Mercury."

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

engraved on it. The limited-edition forest perfume—he had queued for days to get it, but it was a scent Selena had once blended. A moonstone necklace with a totem at its base—he said the twin wolves represented our love, but the pattern in the middle was the Saintess’s exclusive emblem. All these details I had never paid attention to before now unveiled themselves before my eyes one by one. Someone else had long since taken residence in his heart. I've completely given up.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

Ness cooed as she took me in a giant bear hug. The box contained the most delicate platinum bracelet that I had ever seen with 5 finger rings attached to the bracelet by strings of diamonds. The diamond strings met at a node which had a ‘R’ and a ‘S’ entangled with each other symbolizing the initials of my name and my mate’s. “How can a human trust someone like me who is his bully and a werewolf ? How can he shower me with so much love when I have not done anything for him except for making his life miserable ?” I asked Ness as I sobbed in her embrace.

“Fine, but I’m here when you’re ready to talk. Don’t forget, I love you, Death Bear.” She brings my hands to her soft lips, kissing the back of it right on my tattoo of a yellow rose tipped with red that drips blood drops to my fingers. It’s one of the few I have in color. It’s symbolic of friendship and falling in love. I had gotten it when I first realized the innate connections I have with Jase. The connection with him is like the one I have with Carley. I’d see the world drowning in rivers of blood at my hands for them alone.