Mother's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Mom, you’ll be able to see all of the bite marks on my arms and neck.” “Sweetheart, those marks show two things about you. First, that you can withstand a lot in a battle and survive; and second, that you have found your mate and he has claimed you. You should wear both of those markings with pride. You are a Guardian, and every bite mark that you have on your body proves that you are a strong survivor.” “What about you, mother? You always hide your scars,” I say to her. She looks at me, taking my hands. “Maybe it’s time that I start wearing mine with pride as well. Let’s look for a dress that will show the world that you are my daughter.”

she said. Arlene let out a soft chuckle When she heard this, COCO BEAR. She said to herself as she heard her subconscious mind laugh so loud, while she tried so hard to control herself on the outside. "Cut it out mum," he said in a cold tone, and then he pulled away from the hug. Even after breaking the hug, Mrs. Yan wouldn't let go of her son. She an arm around his waist and asked about Arlene. "You finally brought a girl home?" She said.

"When you were born, you were quite a handful, you know? From the moment you decided to come out of your mother's belly, you were trouble. And as you grew up, you were and still are a little firecracker. Never stopped moving. So, I got this tattoo, patience. Because that's what it takes to take care of you." She gets up, goes to her mother, and tries to whisper in her ear. She only tried because I heard everything. "Mom, what does that mean?" "It means he loves you and did it in honor of you." "Just one?" the little one turns to me. "You have a bunch." "When you give them an inch, they want a mile, don't they?" "In this case, the neck," Emily laughs. "Whose side are you on?" I hold her and p

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

I have been in tears since I came to this pack anyway. "Oh, my not so little Rora! Look at how much you've grown. You've grown so beautiful my darling girl. But these tattoos, darling, I don't like them," she whispered, her voice a blend of motherly concern and disapproval as she surveyed my tattoos. "I had to get my mind off stuff in the human world and the tattoos did the right job." I choked out, my voice raspy with all the overwhelming emotions closing in on me. "But I didn't see them in those video calls or the pictures you sent." Mom said, her tone still disapproving and bitter as she looked at the tattoo by my left arm. It is the first one I did, a raven flying. I love it.

"Now we can plan how to save Elias without walking straight into their trap." "We?" Amara looked surprised. "I've been hiding in these woods for years, watching over you from a distance. I'm done hiding." I pulled out an old wooden box from under a floorboard. Inside lay a staff carved with old symbols—my mother's staff. "You're a Keeper," Amara realized. "Half-Keeper," I amended. "My mother was Thalia's sister. I was sent to watch over you when you were born." "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Everyone would congratulate her. Scheming as ever, my dearest mama. Scarlett slowly went through the pages of the book, stupefied by what she saw. "This tattoo is permanent?" She reached for it on her neck while reading a line. "Yes, it is," my mother answered definitively. "We just have to present this to the council. You might have been born an Omega, but you have the star of a Luna." "I don't know how to feel about all of this," Scarlett muttered.

Instinct took over and with the guidance of Scarlett, the baby latched onto her mother’s breast. “Definitely my child.” Knuckles murmured as he gently brushed his hand over her soft red curls. Protect what’s mine The tattoos over his knuckles held a new meaning as he looked at them holding his daughter. Neither saw Siobhan as she snapped a picture of them. Nessie leaning against Knuckles’ bare chest with Abigail at her breast. Finger tattoos proclaiming PROTECT WHAT’S MINE cupped the tiny head. The other hand declaring DEFEND WHAT’S MINE were interlaced with smaller fingers with runes on them holding the small body.

A body made for war. "Let’s start from the back," he said, turning. I dragged my gaze over the designs. He started with the skull, the first tattoo he ever got—at eleven—after his first kill. It was massive, covering most of his upper back, though other ink had been added over time. "The woman’s face over the skull, to the left," he pointed, "that’s my mother. And the dove beneath it signifies her demise." His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it.

His bare chest gleams in the moonlight. For the first time, I'm able to get a good look at the tattoo on his bicep. I reach out and touch it. It's done entirely in black ink, and when I tilt my head, I can just make out the swirling letters. "Mona Catherine," I read. "My mom." He gives a sad smile. "I know it's cheesy. At least I managed to talk myself out of putting her name in a heart." "I think it's beautiful." I trace the ink with my finger. "Is this the only one you have?"