Mobius Strip Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

“Geez, you look like you’re about to murder someone. You have to relax, bro. I know you have a crush on him and all, but he’s not stripping for the class. He’s just existing. Violently existing.” The guy sitting two seats over leaned across the aisle like they were all in on the same conspiracy. “That’s actually not normal tattoos, guys. That’s mafia ink,” he said, his voice slow and smug. “I’ve seen those before. A dagger-and-rosary combo is classic mafia. The guy’s probably got a rap sheet and a body count. I bet he’s got a private plane parked somewhere with blood money in the cargo hold.” Archer snorted. “You watch too much N*****x, bro.”

'' "Most of them comes with the title, for example. The moon and the wolf, I got that the day I became Alpha.'' He lifted his arms to expose two arrows pointing down. "I thought that these meant the flow of energy, only to later on be told that it means I bang goats.'' Jessie laughed out loud, then covered her mouth. "Are you serious?'' "No, I only wanted to see you laugh. I love your smile. But it means positive energy." Christian brushed a finger across her cheek. "What about this one?" She circled a finger around his belly button. "Another tattoo that comes with the title, it is a symbol of the Fates and can appear anywhere on the body."

I was starting to enjoy his existence. And it was... scary. "Vivian?" Kai called out, breaking my reverie. I quickly turned my attention to his stomach, trying to look casual. "This tattoo," I said, pointing to the image of two feathers intertwined on the right side of his stomach. "What does it mean?" Kai glanced in the direction I was referring to, then smiled a little. "It's a symbol of freedom. Two feathers-one long, one short-bound together but still having their own direction."

I slowly traced his tattoo, which covered the upper part of his biceps. I remembered seeing it for the first time when we were on the yacht heading to Cambodia. He took a deep breath. “It means power, strength, and courage,” he said. “Behind that tattoo is a scar.” I furrowed my brow and looked up slightly. “Scar? What do you mean?”

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

It was a black dragon with wings, surrounded by black roses. “You have a weird tattoo,” I commented out of the blue. He lowered his gaze to his forearm. “All members of the Anderson Mafia have this kind of tattoo. It serves as our identification.” I fell silent, staring at it intently. For some unknown reason, that symbol is familiar to me. I tried to dig into my memory to recall where I’d seen that tattoo before, but it only caused my head to ache, prompting me to rub my temples. Cole quickly attended to me.

"It's just a common tattoo. It's normal for you to have seen it before." Taking out her phone, Mia took a picture of the tattoo. Timothy came over. "Is there something wrong with the tattoo?" Staring at the picture, Mia narrowed her eyes. "I can't remember anything, but this tattoo is etched in my mind. I have strange recurring dreams sometimes. I think I grabbed an ankle in the dream, and the tattoo on the ankle looks almost like this." Luna's body began shaking and there was an unnatural shift in her expression. "Bet it's just a coincidence. Just because I have the same tattoo doesn't mean I'm the person you're looking for."

"It's just a common tattoo. It's normal for you to have seen it before." Taking out her phone, Mia took a picture of the tattoo. Timothy came over. "Is there something wrong with the tattoo?" Staring at the picture, Mia narrowed her eyes. "I can't remember anything, but this tattoo is etched in my mind. I have strange recurring dreams sometimes. I think I grabbed an ankle in the dream, and the tattoo on the ankle looks almost like this." Luna's body began shaking and there was an unnatural shift in her expression. "Bet it's just a coincidence. Just because I have the same tattoo doesn't mean I'm the person you're looking for."

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started