Mother's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I argued with my mom about everything when I was a teenager.” Wanting to keep the conversation flowing, I ask, “What kind of tattoo do you want to get?” I feel her arm brush against mine as she shifts a little. “I was thinking of bricks or blocks with some shading and a flower growing out of it.” When I glance at her, it’s to find her looking at me. She scrunches her nose and turns her gaze to her lap. “It means something good can grow in harsh conditions.” “I think it will suit you.”

Stone instructed Jacob. Jacob rolled up his shirt sleeve and revealed a tattoo of a roaring black bear on the inside of his arm, with the word "Black" beneath it. "You want me to get a tattoo like that?" May asked with widening eyes. "Yes," Stone replied. "Everyone who sees it will know that you belong to me and are protected by me. To harm someone with this bear tattoo means they're not respecting me. Not many people dare to do that in this town. This tattoo will protect you, May."

LYRA'S POV "Why bother opening a shop when there's going to be no profit?" one of the guards accompanying me says with a disgusting chuckle, and the two other guards laugh humorously while Keeper huffs and rolls his eyes like he's the least excited to be accompanying me to my parents' place. My eyes trail to the fox tail drawn in the center of the guard's sleeve of tattoos. I look at the other guards, and they seem to have the same fox tail tattoo—which Keeper doesn't.

On it are two signatures…one belonging to my father and the other to my mother. Beneath them are two words written in the same ancient tongue as was on the mural. “Guardians of the Returning Dawn," the Keeper translates softly. “Your mother had pledged her life to the protection of the next child of the Blood Moon and your father, because of the great love he had for your mother, pledged his life too…all these long before they ever knew that the child would be theirs.” The ground on which I am standing becomes unsteady and it feels like I am tilting, reeling from everything I have just learned.

After that, she sat on the couch, holding my portrait as she waited for death to claim her. I glided over and looked at her. Her breathing was getting faster, and her pupils started to dilate. Her lips were dyed a striking red. "Why did you do that, Mom? Do you think death will grant you my understanding?" 'It will not. I will never forgive you!' I thought vehemently. My mother's life was slipping away, and so was the vague connection tying me to her. I glided to the house's entrance. The moment I was at the entrance, the connection was no more. My mother called out to me, "Jessica!" She was careful, but there was ecstasy in her eyes.

she said, sadness creeping into her voice. “That’s why you need to keep the truth a secret, okay?” her mother instructed gently. “Yes, Mummy,” Arda nodded. “Good girl. If anyone asks, just tell them it’s a tattoo,” her father added. “Okay, Daddy,” she promised. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Remember not to draw attention to your mark,” he said, tucking her in. “Okay, Daddy. Goodnight.” “Night, baby,” her mother whispered. “Always remember what your father said.”

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

Her grip was steadier than it had been yesterday, the recovery already visible in the simple mechanics of how she held on. She looked at my arm. At the complete Moonseal sigil, fully rendered now, running from wrist to shoulder in luminous lines that caught the morning light differently than ordinary skin caught it. She traced the edge of it with one finger, not quite touching, the way you traced something you were still adjusting to the reality of. “Your mother put herself in that stone specifically so she could see this day,” Maren said quietly. “Even if she didn’t live to it.” I held still.

I kept staring at it for a while then I looked at Mei. "The wolf is a symbol of my father's favourite animal. He passed away a few years ago due to an accident. The owl symbolizes my mother's wisdom and the dove is a symbol of my late sister Mabel. The flowers I tattooed around them are a symbol of my love for them all." She walked towards me and touched my chest with her finger moving it around the outline of each tattoo. She looked up at me with a concerned face. "You love deeply and you have lost so much."

“What is that?” Korra slowly opened her fingers. Inside her palm lay a bronze wolf pendant, small but beautifully carved, with her mother’s crescent healer sigil etched on its forehead. Korra gasped so hard her breath hitched. “This… this belonged to her,” she whispered. “I know it.” Rhyker nodded grimly. “Your mother was not just Silvercrest-born. She was marked by the royal healer line.” Korra held the pendant so tightly her knuckles went white. Memories surged, her mother humming while grinding herbs… placing warm hands on Korra’s fevered brow… whispering, “The moon protects those who protect others.”