Psalms 23 Tattoo Novels & Stories

“That would be most beneficial. What do I need to do?” “Nothing just take my hand.” Aspen lets me hold his hand and he watches me. I see a look of shock from him as I feel the warmth flow from me into Aspen. My eyes must’ve turned color again. I let go of his hand. “That was amazing I could feel your energy flowing into me.” He looks at his wrist. “What is this?” “I’m sorry I should’ve warned you. It appears when I grant gifts you also get a tattoo.” “Interesting, this is the symbol for dragon’s eye,” Aspen informs us. It’s just a triangle that has lines from each point meeting in the center of the triangle, it doesn’t look like a dragons eye. Aspen sees the look of confusion on everyone’s f

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.

The one who created the whole universe, the giver of life I thank you, and I worship you kings of King Remember, you're my only hope, and my god and I have forever vowed not to take all praises and all the glory alone. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

But the stem was smooth. "A Thornless Rose," Vespera whispered, recognizing the symbol of his tattoo—the symbol of the man who had loved her through the darkness. "Soft," Cyprian said as he fastened it around her neck. "But strong. Like you." The metal warmed against her skin instantly. It felt lighter than the diamonds. It felt like permission. Vespera looked up at him. The sun was gone now. The city lights were flickering on, a sea of artificial stars.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

I watched in astonishment as intricate Celtic designs appeared on my skin, a permanent mark of Faye's blessing. The designs were a stunning blend of nature and magic, intertwining with my unique energy. As the tattoo finished forming, a surge of power coursed through me, filling me with a sense of peace and purpose. I felt connected to something greater than myself, a part of the ancient tapestry of the world. Queen Tatiana's eyes, filled with wisdom and compassion, met mine. "You are now a beacon of hope, a guardian of the Earth. Remember, the power within you is limitless. Use it wisely, and protect all that is good." Queen Tatiana said as I looked at her.

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi

It formed a whole heart when we intertwined our fingers in the inside. Troy had gotten a tattoo across his ribs with a quote that said 'for those I love I will sacrifice.' I have to admit, it suited him. He has always gone far and beyond for me as a friend. He has stood up for me, defended me, and made me feel protected around him.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

She slowly started walking her fingers across my chest and tracing my tattoos. “I like these.” She said as she continued to trace them. I had the wilderness I love tattooed across my chest and arms. Bear, deer, birds, owls, rabbits, badgers and of course wolves all amongst the trees and forest that they lived in. “Oh yeah. What is your favorite?” I asked lightly.