My Sister's Keeper Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

Luminous and ethereal in the moonlight. To hide the truth from her, Anna had a tattoo of crown done near her mark, Alexie, and Sofia on their wrists, and Rie on her chest where the heart was. They told her it was a symbol of their sisterhood. Which was partially true. They had sworn to smack Xavier on the head as payment for their sacrifice under the needle. "Well, maybe he is your prince charming, Mish?" She grinned at her to cheer her up, trying to lighten the mood. "He seemed familiar. Like I have seen him before." Her frown marred her delicate beauty.

So she answered truthfully. "No, that tattoo is a representation of a mate's claim. Only with a mate's touche, it will shine brightly. It recognizes the person whom it represents. No one can make the tattoo shine that brightly. It's impossible" Anna said. "What does it means if Drake's tattoo shines when I touch it?" Nyra asked in a daze. "Then that means you are his mate" Anna replied without thinking. The moment the words are out, Anna looked at Nyra with wide stunning eyes.

*"Sister." I whirled around so fast my curls slapped my cheeks. The girl standing there looked almost like me. Same curly hair. Same nose. But her eyes... They weren't right. Not like Mother's pretty gold. These were wrong-color, like when you look at the sun too long and see purple spots after. When she tilted her head, I saw the numbers tattooed behind her ear: **VIII** in thick black ink. "You're the eighth one," I whispered. My throat felt full of bees.

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

“Right. Makes sense.” Nick raised his hand, giving me a lazy wave. “Anyway, good luck with your… search.” I froze mid-step, realizing that I hadn't told him about the search. But that wasn't the only thing that caught my attention. It was his sleeve, pulled back, and there it was. The tattoo. The same crude drawing of a flame and a star. My heart stopped. I’d seen that tattoo before. Exactly that one. In the photo of my sister. Her arm slung around someone whose face was out of frame, but the same tattoo on the same arm.

He said. “Ok good. Well, the necklace wasn’t just a necklace. It was an Amulet. And apparently Katrina is a Keeper. The Keepers are a group of people who protect the Amulet from a group known as The Others. I had been wearing the amulet this whole fucking time, and had no idea that it was anything other than a necklace. You remember Ivy, my mate?” I asked him.

"They wanted you because of this?" She nodded. "A half moon mark, does that mean you're the other half of the Marshall?" Mitchell catechized, disturbance in his tone. "It's nothing particular, my sister is a tattoo artist and thought it was fun to draw on my wrist and those Alphas saw it and thought I was the one and chased me in the middle of the night in the woods and then, this man in a mask came to my excuse but it turned out he also wanted the same thing and took me with him," she solved.

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

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.

I wanted a mate, but it came at the price of so many others. In the end, I was still unloved. Alone. Mocked by the haunting memories of what I sacrificed in an attempt to dream of something solely mine. Because of Vincent and his pursuit of maddening greed, many of the Keepers do not involve me. My Dark realm is not a welcome presence, and they remained wary as a result. All I have to keep myself company now are my tainted pets and my sister of beauty and light. I couldn’t tell you the last time I saw our other sister. Kara was not one to be around others. She was a hunter of men. None was safe.