Sister's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

“Don’t make me grab you around the neck and give you a noogie. It’ll mess up your hair and then I’ll have to hear from your mate about how you were whining to him about it.” My sister turns her full attention to me. “Emerson Gunnar, did you just make a joke?” “No, I was being very serious,” I say, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Damn, Quinn must have mystic powers. Is she part witch?” “Nope, she’s one hundred percent Guardian,” I say, finally turning to my sister. “And she’s perfect for me. It took someone close to me, someone much smaller than I am, to smack me upside the head so I could see that.”

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

Her long, slim henna-tattoed arms were snaked around his neck and their mouths were joined, drinking ravenously from each other. I was not angry, not really. I was incredulous that Jacob would kiss my sister in public, in broad daylight. And that my sister would kiss Jacob in broad daylight, in public. Did he not know how I felt about him? Did he really care? Did he really like me or was it all in my head? Had I read the signs wrong? I sat outside in the evening, ignoring the whining of mosquitoes and the biting breeze, pondering on why Luc would kiss Jacob. Did she not know how I felt about him? Did she not care? Had she liked him all these while?

“Your beautiful Ellie, everything about you is so fucking beautiful. These scars show me how brave and how strong you are. Have you ever thought about getting them covered?” “What do you mean getting it covered? How?” She asks as I carry on kissing her skin. I pull away from her, and I look into her eyes. “My Sister is a tattoo artist, and she has her own studio. I know she's covered the scars of people who self harm. Maybe she could do something for you. We could go and see her if you want?” I see a glimmer of hope in her eyes before she grins as she says. “I would really like that. Would you please take me to see her?"

he sighs. "Yeah," I tilt the corners of my mouth up. "She got a tattoo that year and they said at twenty-eight she was too old to be doing that type of thing. But she got it where no one could see it, ya know? On her back so it could be covered unless she was wearing a bikini. While she was at the tattoo parlor, she ran into a friend of our family. Jake was the son of one of my dad's business partners, and he was a lot like her. They both loved to rebel. Neither one of them wanted to be stifled by the lifestyle our parents liked to lead. At twenty-eight years old, my sister fell in love for the first time," I continue to pace, but now I look at Trevor. "Why do I get the feeling this is the b

“Or am I not allowed to call you that anymore?” “Let’s work back to the nicknames. The indecisiveness you both have about being friends with me has given me emotional whiplash. The tattoos seem to be an addition to the spell, but only for you five. I got a matching one, too.” I hold up my wrist showing the cuff I now have with a crescent moon layer as the outer edges, quarter moon bands just inside that, then half moon bands with a full moon band in the center. As I look at mine, the moons get progressively bigger, like the full moons are closer to me. “None of the warriors got a tattoo to go with their protection bracelet.” “How many times have you done this spell?” “

Her sleeve had ridden up during our exchange, revealing a portion of her forearm. And there, in faded black ink, was a symbol I recognized from my mother's journals. A circle intersected by three curved lines, each ending in a small spiral. The mark of a curse-breaker. "Wait," I called out before I could stop myself. "That tattoo. What does it mean?" The woman froze, her hand moving to cover the mark. When she turned back, her expression was guarded, wary. "Where did you see this symbol?" "My mother's journals. She had the same mark. She—" I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "She was a healer. A curse-breaker. Is that what you are too?"

She flexes her hand, giving us a glimpse of the tattoo on her ring finger. “What is it?” I ask, more than curious about the strange symbol she’ll wear on her skin in place of a wedding ring. “A hammer and a knitting needle,” she says proudly. “For his forge, and my skills with textiles, of course.” I glance at Aviva. “Do we get to choose?” Aviva shakes her head with a sly smile and motions to the absolutely ancient woman currently torturing my friend. “She’s a seer. She decides on the tattoo.”

“The tattoo you already have. The rose and dagger. My sister had the same one. Like, exactly the same, except hers was larger than yours. I was wondering how you ended up with that design?” “A-all of us have one. I mean, all of the Sentinel do.” Ayrelles puts her hand over her collarbone and looks confused. “It, um, represents our spirits’ journeys.” “The beauty of the journey is worth the danger.” Bronx and Les say at the same time. “That’s the Sentinel motto.” Les squints her eyes. “How did you know that?” Bronx rubs his hands together and looks past Les at a photo of Lenora, Ashley, and me on the shelf behind her. “Because that is what Lenora told me when I asked her if she was sure she w