Mother's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

"We're mates, baby. It means we belong together." Noreen noticed the small tattoo behind Thiery's ear: a black moon in the center of a circle of standing wire. She felt behind her own ear. "That tattoo?" Noreen asked. "My mark? I don't even remember anything about it." Thiery's face darkened, just for a moment. "I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You."

Lillith responded, “the Uncrowned King. I’ve always kept an ear out for news about my best friend’s son.” As we ended our handshake, a marking on her wrist caught my attention. My gaze lingered on it, and my brows furrowed. Lillith noticed and hiked her sleeve up to reveal the tattoo of two wolves making the shape of a heart between their touching noses and their extended front paws. “I expect you recognize this,” she said. My chest tightened as memory after memory of my mother’s matching tattoo played through my mind. “Mom said she got tattoos with her sister.”

She wanted them to have a second chance on the topside. She was a ray of light just like her mother. She carried a locket of her mother but it differed from Daniel’s. Her locket was her mother's bracelet. As a child, she would wear it in her hair. As she grew, she fashioned it into a locket. It was solid silver with a small raven indention on the back. She never took it off. She kept her mother close to her heart.

“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.

“I’m sorry, Thanatos, but your words, your trickery, have no power over me. I’m a Keeper. I’m going to find my mother, and when we figure out the clues and locate her, we’ll use her knowledge to find the portals—and close them. For good.” He held her gaze for a long moment, his expression inquisitive. “You will, will you?” he finally asked, a callous smile creeping across his face. “Good luck with that, Rune. I think we both know that your mother doesn’t have that information. If she did, the Keepers would’ve never let her get away. This is all a worthless wild goose chase. The only reason they’re even pretending to want her is because they know it’s enough to get you on their side.” A snick

That next breath means they are still here, pushing through, hoping to continue the next day and the day after that. "I think that's a great tattoo to get, Jeremy. Let's get them today before we go to Ashmore College. I'm a little nervous to see the big tree if I am honest. Since my mother was murdered beneath one, I know it's not the same tree, but the memory is still there." I click my heels against the grass. We haven't gotten in the car yet. I give Jeremy the car keys. He opens the door for me, and I get in. Off to the tattoo parlor, we go.

"No, my darling. You are not cursed. Your mother shielded you from their evil by making sure you're born and raised here across the ocean from their sorcery. She took the curse with her unto death." "How do you explain the tattoo?" His lips tremble as I pull down my collar for him to see. Then he says, "I was right," his eyes grew teary. "You bear the spirit of Moon Goddess." "What does that even mean?" "You have that mark even though you've been claimed before your first shift. It's proof of your special gift. Wait until dawn. Please. Let's go see doctor Miles together." So he can tell me that it's all false signs? That I'm neither special nor getting a wolf? No, thanks. I don't say this ou

“Another vision?” I nodded, swallowing hard. “My mother. She’d warned me about the traitor in the pack.” My voice faltered, in the realization of what she just said. My mother had belonged to a secret order, the Keepers of the Lunar Chosen, who were assigned to protect a prophecy prophesizing a wolf that would unify the packs under the light of the Moon Goddess. Elliot had told me that yesterday, his blue eyes dark as he explained how she’d been slaughtered by Rhys. He'd said that Rhys murdered my parents to prevent the prophecy, but his words seemed unfinished, like a puzzle with pieces missing.