St Jude Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“What’s this tattoo for?” Jase shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Originally, it was a punishment when I was sixteen as a reminder that I was fifth in the crew. Now it signifies my team, the five men of Chaos. I think I might have Lachlan alter it to make it a six so that you’re included in that number,” Jase says thoughtfully. “You can’t add to it with every new member of the family, silly man,” I say merrily. He grabs my hand from his face and kisses my knuckles. “Sure I can. I have my personal tattoo artist, after all.” He smirks, looking over my shoulder at me.

I'm still in my pre-wakeup state, and my brain hasn't adjusted to reality. Jayden takes my hands in his. “What's this?” He asked, referring to the dandelion symbol that had been imprinted on my hands. “Did you get a tattoo?” I chuckled and filled him in on how I got the tattoo, and what happened when I went to see my father, including what he had told me. “Interesting. So this Versant guy has a crush on you or what?” He asked when I was done. I could hear the jealousy in his voice, and it pleased me.

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: ∞.

“This is the thing tying me, right?” Alpha Hugo paled, “What do you think you are doing?” He could not finish his question because Alpha Jude tore the tattoo off with his claws. Skin ripped. Blood sprayed. The sacred black tattoo split apart in chunks of torn flesh and faded. My eyes widened, others were equally shocked. Even Alpha Gideon. “From this moment onward I am no longer part of the Academy!” Jude growled. “Jude, don’t!” Hugo tried. But it was too late. The tattoo vanished completely, leaving only a raw, bleeding scar. And then—

I'm not proud of it, and I don't want to do it again. "You're the best person I know," I tell him sincerely when he turns his head toward me. "Show me your tattoo." With a quiet chuckle, he turns and shows me his shoulder blade, which is tattooed with a target. I touch it and trace it with my fingers, smiling as I notice Jaden's skin break out in goosebumps. "Why a target?" "I wanted to cover it up." "Then why not a tiger, a dragon, or whatever else is trendy right now?"

When I don’t move for a good ten seconds, he shoved the thing in my face. Taking the paper, I turned it over, looking at the sketch. “It looks like Medusa,” Indra says. “Male version of Medusa,” the sketch was as Indra had said, the typical drawing of Medusa, but instead it was a male. His eyes are white, wide and panic stricken. His mouth is covered by a black duct tape, his head full of snakes. “What does this mean?” I asked Jordan. ‘This is Ludo’s tattoo,” he signed, informing us. ‘It’s on the inside of his thigh,’

ESTELLE My hand slid to the tattoo on his abs. His muscles contracted against my touch. I was sure there was a meaning behind every ink in his body. “I thought ink looked cool on my skin. Most of them have no meaning except for the date. That was when we lost my brothers Wade and Gunner.” “Do you always have to read my mind? I thought you were not Jedi.” Amused, he looked down at me. We were both naked, just a sheet covering his good. “So you were thinking why I got tats?”

“Hi Dad, Long time no see. I need to ask you an important question. Is Jade related to us?” He stared at me emotionlessly, but of course, he couldn't say anything. He was permanently mute now. “Please just give me a sign; the doctor said we share DNA. Are we siblings?” He shook his head slowly, his hands struggling to move in a gesture I didn’t understand. But then something hit me. The tattoo I had seen on Jade’s body when we were making love in my chambers. It seemed very familiar now. It looked like I had seen it before. Damn! No way! This can't be true. It was the same symbol that marked our family mafia ties.

“Since when do you voluntarily share me on our dates?” Jude just grinned, one sharp canine pressing down into his lip. He leaned lazily against the back of the Jeep, black hair tousled from the wind, scar catching in the light. The sun highlighted the swatches of ink along his arms. I itched to peel his shirt back and see the newest addition to his collection—the dove tattooed right over his heart. My dove. “Coven bonding,” he replied.

I still had a scar on my arm from where Jude cut me, I got a tat over it that said, “Fort Knox.” Jude had the same one only his had a picture of a treasure chest. “You’re kidding? You were both trying to rob the same place and you didn’t even get to do it? Oh my god that’s so great. How much do you think they got away with,” she asked, her eyes wide and hanging on my every word.