Simple Medusa Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

Even then I could still swear that I could taste it in there. Next, once I was sitting up, I brought my wrist up to my face. On it, was the tattoo. It was done is a now what looked black in. The tattoo itself was fairly simple. It was a rectangular box, inside of which was a shield with a sun on, much like the flag of the country we were in. Behind that shield were two interlocking spears. Apart from that, there was some kind of writing below the image, but I had no idea what any of it meant. This was the first time in this place, that I had encountered this. In fact, as I thought it seems like I was incredibly lucky to not have run into this kind of problem before. After looking at the new

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

"Be nice. He was just doing what you said." "Yeah, but I was doing something a whole lot more important." Thomas rubbed a hand over his head as a tiny glint of sunlight highlighted the tattoo on his upper arm and shoulder. Instinctively, I smoothed a finger over the intricate design. "What does this mean?" Thomas flexed his bicep, glancing at the tattoo. "Which one? I picked three Greek symbols and combined 'em." "What's this one?" I ran my finger around the dark circular pattern. Goosebumps rushed over his arm as he stared at my lips. "Strength."

“We’re going to keep it simple…” “Like?” “Since we’re going to be together…” I paused turning his back towards the bed and pushing him unto it… “I want the tattoo to spell out ‘mio’” “…Meaning?” He asked raising a brow at me “It means…” I paused then stared at him “Jerk” “Really?” “Just kidding” “What does it mean?” “Look it up… that’s what I’m going to be tattooing on your wrist” “But tell me what it means first”

I was starting to enjoy his existence. And it was... scary. "Vivian?" Kai called out, breaking my reverie. I quickly turned my attention to his stomach, trying to look casual. "This tattoo," I said, pointing to the image of two feathers intertwined on the right side of his stomach. "What does it mean?" Kai glanced in the direction I was referring to, then smiled a little. "It's a symbol of freedom. Two feathers-one long, one short-bound together but still having their own direction."

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.

“I'm Devin.” I shake his hand, smiling still. “Medusa.” Devon raises an eyebrow, “That's your name?” “Yes, do you not like it?” “Er, I do but why Medusa? It's an unusual name for a stripper.” It is, but it's not coincidental or because I like it, neither is the Medusa tattoo but this is the client so I go with a simpler answer. “It's because when you look into my eyes, I turn you rock hard.”

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.”

I lowered my shirt as we walked out of the shop and reached the car. “Are you going to explain it to me?” “The rose is both beautiful and strong, a protector of kind with its thorns. The two names are Alexis and Megan on either side. Alexis means protector and Megan means mighty. It’s a personal tattoo.” “That’s more than just personal. I like it.” Milo looked contemplative for a minute. “Yeah and the wording is in Sumerian.” He nodded his head at my explanation and then grinned at me. “I take it the Sumerian is so that Maya can’t read the names.”