Novel & Cerita Serenity Courage Wisdom Tattoo

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

It would’ve completely shattered me into a million small pieces that could never be fixed if it had been me in her shoes. She paused the video and held the phone up to the tattoo on his forearm. Yes, they were the same tattoo. My brows furrowed when I looked at it closer and recognized what it was. Why would he have the symbol of the Werewolf Council? It was given to those on the Council as well as their Sentinels, which was what their specialized warriors were called, as their ID badge so to speak. It’d been created with the help of a very power witch. She essentially made it into a trademark. Only those with approval from the Council were able to get it tattooed on them. IF they ever left

Once again she trails a hand on his chest, tracing the outline of the tattoo, it's now that her eyes find something different with the tattoo, there is a letter 'S' tattoed in a calligraphical manner instead of the original stem, you wouldn't realise its a letter instead of the actual stem of the flower since whoever tattoed this had made a damn good job of concealing it from wandering eyes. She trails the letter, wondering its meaning. Did the S stand for her name?. Shevimmediately squashes that thought from her mind, let's not get that ahead of ourselves here. Damien watched as Serenity trailed a finger over his rose tattoo, her hand drew a 'S' like pattern where the stem was supposed to b

I lowered the glass of the window to see her glaring at me. "What do you want now?" "Get in." "What?" She almost shouted. "Are you really ordering me right now? You know next time you wanna talk to me, talk to me with respect. This tattoo ain't a fancy symbol." She pointed to the dragon painting on her arm. I chuckled. She was definitely trying to be her old self again. Except she never changed... "And what does that got to do with me?" "A dragon symbolizes dominance, strength, ambition, authority, dignity and capacity. And we prefer to live by our own rules, and despite that we've never failed. We're driven, unafraid of challenges and we're willing to take risk. We're respected and we're fe

“You like them?” God, that smile. My knees actually shifted under the table. “Maybe,” I teased, though my voice wasn’t nearly as steady as I hoped. “They each mean something,” he said, rolling up his sleeve to show more. “This one" he tapped the wolf "is for loyalty. This one—" he pointed at a jagged line with fire etched into it "is for survival. "And this” He smirked, pulling the neckline of his shirt down slightly to reveal a tattoo near his collarbone. “is just for fun.”

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

" Damien joked. His opinion was that he had learned a lot about flexibility since he started work with a team of women. She made a face, and then continued. “Then there's the other tattoo. The sea eagle. The eagle flies high and symbolizes strength, courage and freedom. Spirituality and transcendence too. “I'm not that spiritual a guy. “Your alter ego, Kalti, is. "He's not my alter ego," he replied automatically. People always asked if Kalti was really him, and the answer was always no. — If a writer decides to write about one character over and over instead of creating several books about different types of people, I think the character should resonate with

she called out and I hummed titling my head to look at her. "What does the tattoo on your back mean?" She asked as my hands moved around her waist, laying in her lap. "The names are the people close to me I lost, the crown above the names represents the value they held in my life and the wings symbolizes prayers for peace and happiness," I replied "When did you get it?" "I started it when I was 17 and lost my bestfriend in a drive by and the names gradually increased as life went on," "I'm sorry about that,"

“Of course, however when you come out, I do believe we have some things we need to discuss, and no more blue lightening.” I couldn’t argue with his request and nodded simply as I walked back to the bathroom. I used the restroom and I timidly walked back over to the sink afraid to gaze into that mirror again. I frowned, inching my face closer to my reflection as I gently touched the lovely mark that was now tattooed on my neck. It resembled a coat of arms with a silver wolf on either side of the shield and a sword resting on cut stalks of wheat. It was an intricate tattoo, a mark that, with my knowledge of European Coats of Arms, resembled our Lycanthropy, wealth, and plenty, and lastly brave

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.