Norman Reedus Hand Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

He knew who he was referring to. Khenealm was a land of people who believed in the Shore, the life of the planet. Khenealm was a place where contracts of two or more souls were possible. "What's the name of that girl again? The one with narrow eyes and pale skin?" "Raeya." "Right, Raeya. Pretty girl. That's her sigil on your left hand, right? A crooked sword. Flashy for a lady." Ryder flexed his left palm and studied the white tattoo of a dagger with a jagged blade burned on it. Ryder felt uncomfortable talking about Raeya with another guy, especially their former enemy.

Her let her regain her energy, besides, having her in his arms was a good feeling. He leaned back in the couch, getting relaxed. “You have your nipples pierced too. Didn't it hurt?” Caterina rubbed the pad of her finger on his pierced nipples. Hugo took a deep breath but didn't reply to her. She wasn't talking to him actually. She was just observing and feeling him and he let her explore. “What does this tattoo mean?” She moved her fingers on three lines near his chest pectoral. “Order of precedence. It represents the seniority”. He said in a calm tone.

All Ryat ever told me whenever I asked questions about his tats was, "It's nothing of importance." In fact, I can categorically say that the only tattoo of his that I know anything about is the one of our son's names. A Gothic number that runs the length of his upper right arm, 'Saint Michelangelo Reigns'. Probably the best tattoo he has on the sea of ink he calls skin. "If North is always him, then I will erase North." The words come from his chest, not his mouth—sounding more like a reminder, not an explanation. Patiently, I wait for more context. One second, two, ten, a minute, a couple more minutes—but nothing. As usual, Ryat doesn't disappoint.

His voice held unto the mystery and Melody of the world. I couldn't ask the moon goddess for more after providing such a mystical, glorious man for me as my mate. I step backward and bent down to attend to his wound but he held out his hand. That was when I saw his long Milky fingers. It also has tattoos. I frown in confusion. why would anyone be gifted the beautiful image of flowers on the hand and cheek? " I would dress your wound to stop the blee..ding " I stammer but he shook his head.

I was not trusting him fully. I looked at his moon shaped tattoo right over his left ribs. It was a weird tattoo with some signs. It was a half moon but the signs over it made a whole circle like a full moon. It did not look like some artistic tattoo but it looked like it was made for a purpose like representing something and moreover those signs looked normal but weirdly carrying other meanings. He saw me staring at his tattoo. "Don't worry. I am not associated with some weird ass cult or anything." He said with a laugh.

But I have a feeling she has turned into one of my rivals. I couldn't care much since all they do is blabber on social media about my psychosis, and when it snaps at them they'll start running away, seeking for refuge. I sighed, observing my hands. My left hand had my father's name inscribed, while my right hand had "loyalty" written on it. I wasn't hiding my tattoos; I did them willingly. I just enjoyed covering them up because I had no option, but there's something more to it than just the tattoos.

I examined his well sculptured body. He had faint scars scattered across his chest and arms. He had a tattoo starting from his neck and finishes just before the hips. It appears to be a tribal one, there were total fifteen shapes of moon, the crescent on the top and full moon at the end. The tattoo was subtle but beautiful. He quickly went inside and wore black shirt much to my dislike, he was too handsome for his own good. I was so lost in checking him out that I had not sensed when Diana stood beside me. she had changed her clothes and was holding a bag. She smiled knowingly, “Reed?”

He nodded and I touched his hand. His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that? “Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. “I'll have to kill you if I tell you.” Ha-ha. That's a Joke Right?

His hand stops ruffling his hair and he says, "What, Heeriye?" "I… um… your tattoo. I mean, I want to ask, ``what does it represent on your body?" He frowns lightly and then eyes his hip, which contains the tail of the scorpion tattoo. "And also the direction on your arm," I add, pointing there. He raises up his eyes to meet mine. The look softens as it was emotionless when he was looking at his tattoos. "The direction on my arm indicates my decisions…" he walks closer and shows me his arm. I zero in on his arm and find the aesthetic compass is showing north only.