Pisces Fish Tattoos Novelas e Histórias

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

As soon as he wraps his hand around it he lets out a yell of pain and drops the fish. There is a small gash on his hand where the fish caught him with his gills. He looks confused at why his fish cut him but Chelsea's fish did no such thing. I chuckle as I listen to Dante and Kevin begin explaining the different species of fish. Caleb still looks upset but no longer at the fish after they finish explaining. I pull myself out of our connection with a new idea to add to Chelsea's room. I create little fish that actively swim around her room on the walls. They all are crafted to look like the catfish that she caught today. Each one swims around and will react to her presence specifically.

They thrummed an ancient language of bass tones. “What are they?” Clarissa asked softly, afraid to speak up and shatter the moment. Would the creatures flee if they heard her? Or would this fantastic dream simply end? She grasped onto Stefan’s hand, seeking confirmation that this was real. “They call this breed candenti gelata pisces.” He squeezed her hand gently; a self-satisfied smirk crossed his features. She would be proud to share this amazing sight with someone, too. The pisces began to glow the same color as they came together in a large ball. The smaller ones formed the outside, with the few larger ones at the center. Their colors became more vivid, illuminating the area brightly wit

Eric smiles as he says, “Now I understand why we are the Ying and Yang of Pisces. Come on and look in the mirror.” I frown as I get out of bed and approach the mirror so I can look at my neck. I open my eyes wide, gasping in surprise when I see my mark: it's the symbol of Pisces. A goldfish lying to the right, and a platinum fish lying to the left. The three of us stare at the mark, when suddenly it starts to glow. We all widen our eyes in surprise at what is happening when Alec says, “Eric, touch her left shoulder and I'll touch her right one.” I look at him, confused, as I reply, “What are you trying to do, Alec?”

“You’re the one that asked about my tattoos.” I swallowed, watching as he undid the rest of the buttons except the last two buttons. When he turned his back to me, I let out a gasp. His back was fully inked with a variety of tattoos. He let me soak it all in some more before letting out a breath. “Most of it I got after turning Alpha. If you look closer, you’d see some koi fish towards the base.” My mouth formed an ‘o’ as I inched closer. Sure enough, there were some orange koi fish curved around what seemed to be an inscription in Kanji.

Rome suddenly spoke with a tone of annoyance, "You disturbed my precious sleep and now you're ignoring me? Not fair!" "Sorry about that, Rome," Phoenix apologized. "Call me Lord Rome," the fish insisted. "..." His mate didn't mention that this conscious fish was eccentric. "You don't want to? I'm going back to sleep," "Oh mighty Lord Rome, don't be offended. We didn't mean to ignore you," Phoenix said with palms pressed together. Rome harrumphed before white light covered him By the time it faded, in place of the big fish was a white-haired, handsome young man with blue skin, grey eyes and pale red lips. His body had several golden sea shell tattoos that enhanced his beauty.

The melody rose through the blizzard, curling around my ribs like invisible fingers. My eyes drifted toward the edge of the iceberg, toward the base where the voice came from. “Manolya?” Pelin’s voice echoed faintly behind me. “What are you—?” I stepped forward, each step crunching on the ice. And there she was. Pisces. The great oarfish, long and slim, her silver body rippling with crimson stripes and black spots. Her head bore a red crest. She dove down again, and the enchanting melody stopped.

The cheerful voice startled me, and I whirled to find a rosy-cheeked woman in a park ranger’s uniform approaching us. “Those markings on their heads are said to be blessings from the Moon Goddess herself,” she explained, gesturing to the large, round orange circles on the fish’s heads—like the harvest moon. “May I?” Chris asked, gesturing to the water. The park ranger nodded, and Chris crouched down and dipped his hand into the water. I watched in amazement as one of the smaller koi boldly swam right up to Chris’s hand without hesitation. It nudged his palm and swam a circle around his hand, almost puppylike in its demeanor.