Small Karma Buddha Tattoo Novels & Stories

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

Parker gasped as the realization of something dawned on him. "Jamie, you aren't in some... Some." Parker stuttered. "In some what man?" Jamie laughed. "Hold on a minute. Man, you aren't in some kind of cult group are you?" Parker asked. In stead of replying, Jamie pulled up his short to show Parker a tattoo. The tat was a rising eagle, it's eyes set on something in a distance. Upon seeing it, Parker's fears and thoughts were confirmed. His friend really did belong to a secret cult.

Sienna looked at James before glancing at Thea. ‘Could it be that he has a crush on her?’ Immediately, she put those thoughts aside and looked at James, asking, “How’s your situation? Are you alright?” James sat in a lotus position on the ground and shook his head slightly, saying, “I won’t die just yet. However, I have been contaminated by terrifying Karma. Looks like I’ll be enveloped by Karma for some time. Unless my own Karma arrives and negates the current one, I won’t be able to expel them from my body.”

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

He looked to be in his thirties, well built, and had minimal tattoo work done. "Hi, I'm Karen. What are you thinking about getting done today?" I tried so hard to focus and listen to him but damn if my mind didn't go back to the naked brothers in my bed. I wonder if they are still there and waiting for my return. Anticipation swam through my body as I grinned. I was thankful that the guy just wanted a small piece done; a paw print and his dog's name written in cursive across the paw. Easy and adorable. So I got to work so I could go back to my apartment and hopefully to the brothers.

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.

Today wasn't about heartbreak or betrayal or karma Today was about love. And for now, love was enough.

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.