Mother's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

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."

“ I got the tattoo when I was fifteen! “ Said Kataleya smiling. Katherina: “ How much courage! Samantha: “ Women should never get a tattoo here! They are frowned upon! Kataleya: “ Different from my homeland! There everyone gets tattoos, pierces their ears, noses, lips and other things! Samantha: “ I still remember when my mother-in-law Clarina saw Igor's tattoo on her back, she almost had a fit! Haha ha Kataleya: “ The Triquetra tattoo! Samantha nodded. Kataleya smiled: “ It symbolizes the past, present and future, linked to time and infinity...

“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.”

Her heart, she swore, could have just jumped out of her chest. “No!” she yelled, pushing his chest away and in the process, shoved a little of the collar of his maroon long-sleeved shirt. There she saw the tattoo, or a mark, peeking itself; two inverted crescent moons she knew were supposed to be for the use of witches only. Her mother created one for her father - her soulmate. Her only lover. If the man had one, then that meant... Could it be that he had a witch lover too? That was the ultimate question that swam in her mind.

My mom states, "But right now, Godrick, I need you out. I can't have you being all lovey-dovey and distracting me when I have a task at hand; why don't you run down to the market and pick out a mask for our daughter to wear at the ball tonight." "Yes, Ma'am." My dad replies, clapping his heels and saluting her before walking out. My mother takes off up the stairs into her bedroom, most likely to get her sewing kit, and I quickly shimmy out of my clothes. When Mom barked orders, Dad and I learned to act without hesitation. She was this house's Luna, and we respected her as such. That one is new." My mother states pointing at the tattoo inked around my hip bone. "Uhh... yeah, Jason did it last

“But because she called him.” Silence fell in layers. One Keeper young, lines only four, looked like she might vomit. Another older, lines completely looked like she might smile. Then a voice rose from the back of the ring, soft but clear. “We should go to her.” All heads turned. The speaker was a Keeper in plain dark cloth, no jewelry, no display. Her tattoos were not six. There were seven. Not carved into her skin like a crown faintly emerging, as if something inside her was trying to write itself out.

She wore a bead-ring with green wax, tiny teeth, and it glowed each time she moved closer to our circle. “Baby,” my mother said, bright. “Fix this for us.” Grady’s palm tightened for one heartbeat. He loosened immediately, the impulse lived and died like good wolves do and I put my hand over my tattoo so I wouldn’t put it across her cheek. “No,” I said. Sable clapped once, delighted. “Sun or shade?” “Sun,” I said, and the bridge agreed. Elder Max’s rod ticked the ash line like a metronome.

“By then, the same runes from the purification tattoo will be fully imprinted on your body. The Moon Goddess’ power will constantly tear and mend your wounds; it happens faster than it seems, so you won’t notice much on the outside. But don’t think the pain will stop.” She looked at me seriously. “You’ll have to get used to it. And don’t scratch the tattoos. If they’re damaged, all the work will be for nothing.” Even though my scars had already scabbed over, the burning heat under my skin made every breath a little more ragged. “Thank you,” I said softly. I pulled on my clothes and stepped out of the medical room. My parents were waiting just outside. My father sat on the sofa, documents spr

“You’ll be okay soon. Try to relax. It’s okay.” In a daze, I trace my fingertips over the tattoos on his chest, studying them with hazy curiosity. My breathing slows, and my heart rate calming. The sound of the hotel room’s ventilation is a distant hum in my ear, a white noise that helps my mind settle. I tap Thor’s chest tattoo, the one in the shape of a dove over his heart. “What’s this one supposed to mean?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “To honor my mother,” he says. I’m surprised by his honesty.

“The tattoo she’s drawing on your skin will connect you to a bird. You can always send it information.” He held his hand out, showing me the tattoo on his arm. “I have the same one as well. This means the bird is reserved for just you and me. once our use of it is over, the tattoo will naturally fade away” The woman stepped back as she finished. “If you wish to convene it, all you have to do is speak its name, it will answer.” Her voice was gentle, yet carried an air of worship. She turned to my father, eyes searching for confirmation. He gave a slow, solemn nod, the weight of unexpressed memories shadowing his expression. A strange cold ran down my spine, the solemnity of their words sinkin