Simple Lotus Flower Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

She looked small, comfortable…mine. “I thought you might’ve dozed off,” I murmured, grinning as I held out the small bouquet I’d been hiding behind my back. Lotuses. I’d picked them from the pond beside the gazebo, our favorite spot. The moonlight had made the water shimmer like glass, and the flowers were in full bloom, delicate petals unfurling like secrets waiting to be told. I’d thought of her instantly. The way her smile could make silence hum. The way she always smelled like spring and serenity.

I smiled at the thought. I was passing by a luxurious jewelry shop, displaying one item in their show window that made me stop. Behind the thick glass, in a pale pink background, a necklace was displayed. What caught my attention was the pendant, shaped as a lotus flower. It immediately reminded me of Irene. 1 Lotus flowers. They bloom in the mud. I had read somewhere that it symbolizes purity and perfection. The flower blossoms in the mud, but its petals emerge clean and bright. Much like it, Irene had preserved her goodness of heart and candidness through the ugly dark times she had been through.

He had to admit, they matched the innocent temperament of the young girls perfectly with a chic charm. The next piece was a showstopper similar to Lara’s piece yesterday. A thin strand of white gold coiled like the ripples on the surface of water with ruby grains giving the impression of petals scattered carelessly. The center piece was the brilliant lotus which seemed to effortlessly rise from the white-gold strand. The earrings were a set of lotus buds on leaf. “Baby, you are amazing.” Ben hugged Dana and kissed her. He couldn’t believe the surprise this woman bought to him every day.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

I said, placing a loving kiss on the mark. I looked at mine in the mirror and chuckled as I traced it with my finger. It certainly fitted me as well. “Lotus flowers symbolize overcoming struggles and new beginnings. The petals being outlined in fire symbolizes continued purification and redemption,” I explained. Brynn smiled widely before she kissed the mark just like I had done. “You seem to know a lot about this stuff,” she said, running her hands over my chest. “Symbolism is found throughout the supernatural world. I always found it very interesting. Everything has a meaning and purpose if we look close enough.”

She asked me, "Do you like it?" I nodded with a bright smile. "It's beautiful. Why do you like the lotus flower, Mommy?" "Because they symbolize harmony, purity, and light. They are the embodiment of all things beautiful." She opened her hand, revealing a miniature yellow lotus. "What's this?" I stared at the lotus in her hand. It was made of inset rubies carved into the shape of petals that were intricately mounted on a base. The entire flower was exquisitely crafted and lifelike, sparkling in her palm, its priceless value evident.

But she didn't say anything and just walked through the door. I went to my office to get some files we needed. We targeted our mission to last four days. Usually, we finish the mission faster than the estimated time. Once I got back to Mannor, I found Aldo getting a tattoo. I had one but on my back. A lion with roses in its mane. It covered almost half of my back, but I didn't plan on getting another one. "Lotus flower?" I said, looking at Aldo's almost half-finished tattoo design. I frowned in confusion. When did he like this kind of design?

He met my eyes and I felt melting, so I stared at his chin instead. "Well, it's the lotus flower. It symbolizes purity and enlightenment. The lotus's ability to rise above murky waters and bloom beautifully is what draws me to it. There's nothing sad about it, just pure admiration." He gave my hip a gentle squeeze. "You seem to have so many questions today, mate." He lifted my face to see my eyes and thumbed my chin. "And to your unanswered question, yes, we had shared a woman before."

I gasped noting a small lotus flower that seemed to be new and was distinctively located on his clavicle and I smiled running my fingertips over it. "It looks new too." My brows turned up knowingly. "It is, my love. I got it two days ago." I hummed softly with a small tilt of my lips then craned my neck to meet his unforgivingly gorgeous brown eyes. "And it's my favorite so far," he kissed my forehead, "it's a symbol of enlightenment, self-regeneration and rebirth. But most importantly, purity." He smiled and I quirked a brow giggling as Nadei's hands tickled my hip.

Alexander turned sharply, irritation flaring—then stopped. In the man’s palm lay a small black box, no larger than a matchbox. Its surface was matte, faintly warm, as though it had just been held. Etched into its lid was an intricate crimson carving. A red spider lily. The flower seemed almost alive in the low light—its petals curved like flames, blooming darkly, violently, like blood against black stone. Alexander’s breath stilled. He recognised it instantly. The same pattern. The same unmistakable design as the tattoo on her back.