Men's Bible Verse Leg Tattoos Novels & Stories

“ And I’m Diamond. “ A hard voice from a man can be heard from the side. His eyes were icy and his hair was curled. But what surprised me the most was that, he have a lot of earrings in his ears. I can even see a huge tattoo from his right arm. Though he’s not my ideal type of guy, but he’s still an amazing one. His looks proves it. “ The sin of pride. “ He added. Why do I feel that I need the ten commandments now? They are all classified as sins but why do they have a perfect physical appearance? I shook my head and looked at the guy who’s obviously in his deepest thoughts. Seems like his mind is not here.

His top button was undone and paired with black jeans that fit his legs perfectly. God damnit! Even after what he did, he still seemed perfect and I hate that. He was just him and no matter what I won’t be with him and I need to hate him to protect myself anyway. His fingers were curled around his gun and as he swiftly placed it down. His wrists had a new tattoo, right above his vein. It read Nem. He had me on his body as a way to remember me.

“There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for body-surfing, body-boarding, diving, and tide-pooling.” “A thrill-seeker, huh?” He grinned. “That I am.” I pointed to his tattoo, solid black, with curves that ended in points and interlocked in complex patterns and abstract designs. “Tell me more about that. I noticed it the first day at work, but I was too embarrassed to ask.” He lifted his short sleeve. “Oh. Well, this is the symbol of strength, power, and bravery.”

Surrounding him, a serpent curled and bled into feathers, and beneath it, Latin script ran along the bottom edge like scripture. It read: Ad virtutem per ignem:To virtue through fire. And the way it disappeared into the curve of his back, dipping below his waistline... God. It was primal. Masculine. Dangerous. And it suited him. But it wasn’t the ink that made her breath catch. It was his cock. Thick. Long. Veiny. Heavy. It pulsed slightly with each of his deep breaths. He ran his thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum, slow and shameless. His head tipped back as he let out a low, rough moan that seemed to vibrate straight into her core.

"I want to communicate with the spirit that troubles you soul so much. I want to see if I can convince the entity that burdens you to leave you alone. Set you free for good. But in order for me to do that, in order for me to help you and free you from the spirit, you must place your legs far apart as I have instructed. It is a sin to dishonour God by opening your legs in his midst. It is a great insult the Most High cannot ignore. Will you be able to hearken unto my voice and obey the word of God?" "Very well pastor," I had said. "You have to do what is right in the eyes of God. You have to make sure I follow instructions so I won't fall in a dark tunnel that i would be unable to escape from

His eyes looked hungry when he saw me. "Come here Michael," he said quietly. "Tonight we finish your penance properly." I walked up the steps until I stood right in front of him. The altar felt cold under my hands when I touched it. Father Elias opened the Bible and turned to a page he had marked. He read the verse in his deep calm voice. "Romans 6 verse 13. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness."

I clenched my jaw and turned around sharply, gripping my dagger so tightly my knuckles turned white. And then I saw him. A man. No.....a god. He stood a few feet away from me, tall and imposing. His body was a masterpiece of pure strength, ripped muscles, toned abs, and broad shoulders. His skin was inked with intricate tattoos that ran down his veiny arms and disappeared into the waistband of his low-sitting black jeans. He was shirtless. His bare chest gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, as if he had just been running.

I whispered, “You were amazing.” He pulled back and beamed at me. “Did you see my roll? And—and how I dodged and flipped him?” “I did! I don’t even think I could have done that,” I laughed, brushing his hair from his face. He puffed his chest. “The warriors say I’m strong. That I’m brave.” I kissed his forehead. “You are. You always have been.” He held up his arm, showing me a fresh tattoo inked onto his forearm. A beautiful phoenix with its wings spread in mid-flight as it stood in flames.

Underneath the dove was a Bible verse: Romans 3:23. "Oh yea! Meant to ask earlier, but you got a tattoo? Yer only sixteen, how the hell do you have a tattoo?" He asked curiously. "Haha, oh this ol' thing?" He looked down at his dove. "I got this when I was fourteen with my mom, 'cause I got straight A's that year. The law in Pennsylvania has changed since, but at the time, one could get a tattoo at fourteen, so long as a parent consents and is present. She got one at the same time on her shoulder. Hers says 2nd Corinthians 5:17.

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.