Mother's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

He was trying to keep his voice level, but I could hear the confusion and frustration seeping into his words. “Well just now for one. But I have been many times throughout my life. Every time that Hank beat me, or every time that something bad happened at school, she would call me to her and comfort me. When I was a baby, she brought me food, rocked me to sleep and took care of me. And she sang to me, a lullaby, oh Gunner it is the most beautiful song I have ever heard, and her voice is magnificent. Can you believe it? I had a mother this whole time! Gunner, I wasn’t alone, Selene, or mother as I called her, she was there” “Woah, woah, woah! Zee slow down! Are you telling me that the Moon Go

My mother’s eyes then focused on my neck and my hand moved to it, as if I may have something wrong with it, but I knew what she was looking for when she says to me, “But you don’t bare his mark.” “Yeah, about that. I sort of freaked out when I saw his teeth, and he told me he wouldn’t mark me without my approval.” I explain to my mother, embarrassed by my lack of knowledge of this world. “Quinn, you must let him mark you. It may be the key to your survival. You will be the first of your ancestors to be accepted and marked by your mate. Maybe then, you will be able to tap into the power of the moonstone, like I had failed to do and those before me.” My mother said, and I could tell by the con

It must have been hard for him. "It's okay." He smiles a little and I see it didn't reach his face. I watched as he ran his hand across his head. One of the things I've discovered about Ryder is that he has a lot to deal with. Like carrying the name of his dead sister tattooed on his arm. The pain it must have brought him seeing that everyday. Thinking she'd be this old by this time this year. I'm curious to know what happened with his mother. James and Ryder never mentioned him and one time I happened to see her picture, a very old and torn one but it still showed her face. Looking at it closer I see Ryder has the eyes of his mother.

I joked as I handed the spatula back to him. “I never thought I’d have a beautiful woman to teach,” he replied. His face held a seriousness as his green eyes studied me. I blushed as I stepped closer to him. My fingers glided gently atop his exposed chest. His breath caught at my touch, and I slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. My fingers traced over the rose and birds on his abdomen. “What do your tattoos mean? ” He inhaled a long breath as my fingers continued tracing the black lines. “My mother’s name was Rose.”

(Like a tattoo) Memorial Wall — meh‑MOR‑ee‑uhl wawl A wall of Soul Symbols honoring those who have passed in the Middle. Mirabilis (trees) — meer‑uh‑BIL‑iss Towering trees in the Gardens with cones that must be harvested from great heights. Makers — MAY‑kers Scientists who assemble the children’s DNA and craft their physical and genetic traits. Mother — MUTH‑er The primary caretaker/leader of the children in the Middle; a scientist and maternal figure who oversees Bindings and training.

And said, “Only once. On your mother.” The world tilted again for Elara. “My mother is dead.” Kael’s eyes softened. “Yes.” But not before she swore an oath that someone would protect her. Elara took the towel and disappeared into the bathroom. She locked the door and finally peeled off her hoodie. The mark glowed faintly in the mirror—crescent moon, split by a line like a scar. It wasn’t just a symbol. It pulsed with heat, like it breathed. She touched it.

I needed to be calm and composed. I needed to be like her. She was completely in control of her own emotions. I have never seen my mother angry before. She said that our powers as keepers are tricky to control because they are linked to our emotions. We can control it when we want it but when we feel anger and sadness, they can go out of control. I was declared a keeper at around 12 years old by my mother since only keepers were able to recognize and track other keepers by their auras. Some keepers are declared a keeper at different ages based on when their auras are released.

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

And woven throughout the design were symbols I didn't recognize, ancient and powerful. "The Mother Tree," Perla said quietly. "The mark of the First Blood matriarch. It appears when a daughter is born. See here?" She traced one of the smaller branches. "This appeared the day you were born. It's your branch, Yara. Connected to me. Connected to our line." I stared at the glowing tattoo, my mind racing. It could be a trick. It could be magic or illusion or— "Touch it," Perla said, holding out her arm. "The blood will recognize the blood."