Psalms 23 Tattoo Novels & Stories

Daisy is crying as Sebastian tries to hug her, and Hailey is standing behind her. When the priest standing beside her coffin begins to speak, my attention is drawn to him "I have everything because the Lord is my shepherd. He makes me lie down in green pastures, leads me beside still waters, and renews my soul. For the sake of his name, he leads me down the right paths. Even if I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not be afraid because thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff comfort me. In the presence of my enemies, thou preparest a table for me. My cup overflows because you anoint my head with oil. Your goodness and love will surely follow me all the days of my life, an

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

His worn and threadbare T-shirt provided little resistance as Timothy's grab tore it down the middle, causing it to flutter apart. For a split second, everyone saw the huge tattoo on Elio's back. It was so big that it almost covered his whole back. The tattoo depicted a vivid scene—a sky ablaze with flames, with a majestic phoenix spreading its wings wide as it soared. The colors were strikingly bright, exuding a sense of power and vitality, reminiscent of a phoenix's triumphant rebirth, appearing almost lifelike in its intensity. As Elio moved, the phoenix looked like it was about to fly right off his back.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

“There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.” Please note, dear reader that the Bible verses are from Psalm 91. KJV was used here but other versions can also be used. To be continued... ++++++++ We are at the last leg of the story dear reader... Hopefully, you will be back here at the Supernatural Spa so you can read the last part of the tale. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying... Fare the

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th

“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

'' "Most of them comes with the title, for example. The moon and the wolf, I got that the day I became Alpha.'' He lifted his arms to expose two arrows pointing down. "I thought that these meant the flow of energy, only to later on be told that it means I bang goats.'' Jessie laughed out loud, then covered her mouth. "Are you serious?'' "No, I only wanted to see you laugh. I love your smile. But it means positive energy." Christian brushed a finger across her cheek. "What about this one?" She circled a finger around his belly button. "Another tattoo that comes with the title, it is a symbol of the Fates and can appear anywhere on the body."

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.