Mother's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

“You are someone important. This is no ordinary tattoo” Yea, it is no ordinary tattoo. It is a princess mark that I have had since I was a new born. It is a mark my mother gave me “You are a princess,” she finally figures while still looking at the tattoo. I did not reply. “You are a princess, but of which pack?” I still did not reply and that seems to trigger her

“Keep in mind that the man with the butterfly tattoo is the only person you should trust.” Isabella, the moon goddess, herself, has chosen him for you. In the end, he will sacrifice his life to assist and safeguard you. I was unable to comprehend a word she said. “When your paths do eventually cross, you must recognize him because he will protect you with his life and without him you won’t be able to fulfill your destiny.” Whoever he was back then, why wasn’t he here to defend me now that I needed him? A guy with a butterfly tattoo would protect me? My mother spoke in bizarre, cryptic riddles that were always difficult to grasp; after all, she was endowed with the ability to see into the fut

The lines were graceful, beautiful in a way that did not match the brutal man wearing it. Carefully, I let my fingers trace along the ink. Miriam had said Nikolai’s mother had some koi fishes in the pond in the garden but they were all dead now, was this a way of Nikolai remembering them? “It represents my mother.” I gasped softly and looked up at once. Nikolai’s eyes remained closed. Then my gaze returned to the tattoo. “What does it mean?” This time he opened his eyes. Those mint-green eyes settled on me quietly, calmer than I had ever seen them. The usual harshness remained somewhere beneath the surface, but this morning it felt distant.

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."

his voice dropped lower, heavy with hurt. Before she could say anything, he lifted his sleeve, revealing a tattoo on his arm. It was the one with a woman’s face, half-hidden behind a rose. “The rose is for my best friend,” he said quietly. “Isabella. And the woman is my mother. They both loved roses, always spending time together in the garden.” he chuckled darkly, the sound sharp and empty. Then he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his other tattoos. He pointed at where the word Little Bird was inked in elegant cursive. “This one’s for you, my love.”

At least they will get to share something special together. My red dress clings tightly to my figure and frames my cleavage, the slit up the side making my family tattoo visible. The tattoo is of a fighting wolf and snake, their bodies entwining around my thigh. It’s our mark of honor as alpha daughters, usually appearing when we come of age. Mine made its debut on the night my mother died.

“Yes, dear. This one and all the others were done by a very special wolf. A wise man of the forest. But these tattoos are not like those of humans. You only receive one if the goddess desires it. And you cannot choose what is tattooed. The goddess shows the wise man, and he only engraves what is destined.” Mia bit her lower lip, hesitant. “Could I... could I get one?” Owen raised his eyebrows in surprise. He scratched his head, clearly taken aback by the request. “Honey... I don't think your mother would like that idea very much.” “But Mom's not here,” Mia replied with a mischievous smile, for the first time since last night. Owen let out a low laugh, but his gaze was still concerned.

“Well, I was just curious. Nice tattoo you’ve got there, though.” “It’s not a tattoo, dummy.” She wrinkled her nose. “How do I explain this? Well… it’s a birthmark from the Moon Goddess herself. A sign of a great relationship, and the presence of a gift from the Lords above. Rare, mum told me.” Azzez had stared at it a second longer, committing every curve and shade to memory, before promising quietly, “I won’t tell a soul.” The promise still echoed in his head as the memory shattered.

The physical pain was way more bearable than the emotional one and in some twisted way, it was like my own personal pillar,” he looked down at his chest, Emerald following his gaze to his mother's name engraved on the skin below his left breast. “My mother's name was my first ever tattoo, but after that, I kept going back for more and more. I couldn't stop, Gem, until I had to focus on my little sister, until Carol needed me more than anything,” he sighed, shutting his eyes. “I am twisted, aren't I?”

It’s better if she left unaware of it, it will become easier for her to go through in this rough life. I caressed her back of neck where her tattoo lies, her dad must have tattooed her as per tradition. He chose me for her. That’s why he tattooed double letter A with a crown. Arius Accardo, she carries my name with her all places, as I realized that my lip was lifted upwards wanting to smile for my Snowflake. Nothing is better than to watch her sleeping peacefully over me in this condition, so close, connected to me.