Small Religious Tattoos For Men Novels & Stories

and one from the back answered him. “We have never been to church, Mam. The Lord despises us already for our actions,” without looking at him, the man with a tattoo on his neck spoke. “God is forgiving, and God is love. Get out from the car now, and the mass started like fifteen minutes ago,” as Keatton hopped out from the car, the five bodyguards hopped out, also feeling shy about themselves.

His body doesn’t seem like a nineteen-year-old high schooler but they look like someone who is just matured enough. I can see his back inked with the beautiful pair of doves sitting on a tree. With his personality, it looks absolutely absurd to see him with tattoos of the dove. Aren’t the dove the peace-loving birds? Why would be they inked on a guy who hates the peace and always want violence in his life?

That's when I see it. The man leading the group turns his head slightly, and the fabric of his scarf shifts. There, at the look of his neck. Just above his collarbone, is a tattoo. An eye. It's small and intricate. Inked in black. With sharp geometric lines radiating from its center. This is not a familiar tattoo in the North or amongst Edmondo's men. It's a tattoo put there as a mark that he belonged to someone... Or something. Something else. Something more secretive, I think.

I breathed in deeply, composing myself as I held his gaze. Unfortunately, my eyes couldn't stay on his for long. I noted he was shirtless, and all he had on were black sweatpants and a necklace around his neck that had an odd-looking pendant. He was muscular, his upper body and arms covered with incredibly detailed tattoos that highlighted every bump and curve on his perfect body. Not just that—I noted the tattoos were all drawn to emphasize scars...scars on his skin. They were all over. "It's rude to stare, Tiny." His stern voice pulled me out of the sea I was slowly slipping into.

“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.”

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

He turned around and saw a face that he hadn't seen in a while. " Christian!" Jason roared, heading back to the door. "My man! Where have you been?" The slightly older young man smiled, as he walked in. He wore tan pants and a wife beater. His bare, in shape arms were covered in tattoos. Though he had many, they all blurred together as if he were wearing sleeves. There was one on his upper right arm that stood out the most. It was of a large, red, fire breathing dragon. He had a small star on the side of his neck. His hair was night black and messy, his voice deep and manly, almost threatening.

He was reading in the shaky voice of a man trying to get through this particular event so he can go home and close the door and pretend this specific evening never happened. Why, though? Isn't it in his job description? But on further observation and looking closely,up close next to him, was one of the tattooed men with a gun pressed into the priest's ribs. It was done so casually I double checked to be sure I was seeing things right, the expression on the tattooed man’s face was light, like it was a completely normal Tuesday. The groom stood to my left… I knew he was the groom because, Dark suit, tattoos crawling up past his collar and past his cuffs, mapping his skin in a language I didn't

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

May glanced at the tattoo peeking out from Stone's shirt collar before continuing her question, "Are you getting a new tattoo?" "Not me," Stone replied as gently as possible. "You are." May immediately shook her head and stepped back. "W-what? I.. I...don't want to." "I'm sorry, May, but this is non-negotiable. All my men have special tattoos on their bodies, and as my wife, you need to have one too." May's eyebrows furrowed in the middle. "What special tattoo are you talking about?" "Show her, Jake," Stone instructed Jacob.