Symbolic Tattoo Meanings Novels & Stories

“I don’t know the first thing about giving someone a tattoo” “It doesn’t matter. Now what those tattoos symbolize is this: When you’re in trouble, you will tap the tattooed eye on your palm. The eye will be closed of course, don’t wanna scare you or anything, and the eye on Sia’s palm will move underneath the lid, and Sia would be able to locate you and save you”. “Now that’s what I wanna know. How the fuck will he know?”. “After the tattoos, a bond would be formed between you both, and Sia would be able to know where you are”.

I don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to my father, as if this brings back memories of her own ceremony. She then says something in an unknown tongue and I feel a brief burning sensation on the fourth finger of my left hand. My eyes widen in shock when I see an intricate, woven tattoo with the letter V in the center - Vega and Volkova. “We all understand the gesture that you are now making. Taking the hand of the one who loves you is the symbol of the unspoken bond you two share; a bond you made when you were both five years old, and a bond that still persists.”

'' "Most of them comes with the title, for example. The moon and the wolf, I got that the day I became Alpha.'' He lifted his arms to expose two arrows pointing down. "I thought that these meant the flow of energy, only to later on be told that it means I bang goats.'' Jessie laughed out loud, then covered her mouth. "Are you serious?'' "No, I only wanted to see you laugh. I love your smile. But it means positive energy." Christian brushed a finger across her cheek. "What about this one?" She circled a finger around his belly button. "Another tattoo that comes with the title, it is a symbol of the Fates and can appear anywhere on the body."

I slowly traced his tattoo, which covered the upper part of his biceps. I remembered seeing it for the first time when we were on the yacht heading to Cambodia. He took a deep breath. “It means power, strength, and courage,” he said. “Behind that tattoo is a scar.” I furrowed my brow and looked up slightly. “Scar? What do you mean?”

Or at least, I try. But my gaze never makes it to his face. Instead, it lands on them. His tattoos. Dark ink sprawls across his chest in a masterpiece of meaning I can’t quite decipher. Hawks take flight from his ribs, their wings stretching wide, as if fleeing something unseen. Beneath them, shadows curl into thorned branches, creeping toward his arms, where they twist into something darker—skulls hidden within the tangle, their hollow eyes watching. And beneath it all, symbols—sharp, cryptic, carved into his skin like remnants of a past that refuses to be forgotten.

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."

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

It wasn't just a question. "Not much... but I've seen that people in your world have them." "For many people in this world, tattoos represent loyalty, survival, power, pain, achievements, and identity." He paused for a moment before continuing. "By marking their bodies, some criminals are symbolically saying, 'This is who I am, and I'm committed to this life.' That's the importance of it." "I don't have any because those things aren't important in my life. I never had anything meaningful enough that I wanted to carve onto my skin," he mumbled, his eyes fixed on her.

“ I got the tattoo when I was fifteen! “ Said Kataleya smiling. Katherina: “ How much courage! Samantha: “ Women should never get a tattoo here! They are frowned upon! Kataleya: “ Different from my homeland! There everyone gets tattoos, pierces their ears, noses, lips and other things! Samantha: “ I still remember when my mother-in-law Clarina saw Igor's tattoo on her back, she almost had a fit! Haha ha Kataleya: “ The Triquetra tattoo! Samantha nodded. Kataleya smiled: “ It symbolizes the past, present and future, linked to time and infinity...

"A tattoo? What does it look like, Sage? Is it a mark of loyalty or something else entirely?" Sage took a deep breath, describing the tattoo in detail. "The tattoo is a circular symbol, intricately designed with mysterious patterns. It's unlike any markings I've seen within any pack. The lines are precise, and the symbol radiates an aura of secrecy." My mind raced with possibilities, trying to understand the implications of this discovery. "Could it be a symbol of an external influence? Is there a chance that an outside group or organization has infiltrated their pack?" Leaning forward, I locked my gaze with Sage, my voice filled with determination. "Sage, we must exercise patience and obser