Tattoo Symbolism Meaning Novels & Stories

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

He said and grabbed my hand before I could touch a tattoo on his left side of chest. “What is the meaning of your tattoo, it’s beautiful.” I complimented a beautiful and unique design with something written in old language. His lips which were on my mid riff, stopped and those hazy eyes again locked with mine. Did I make a mistake? I promised not to dig into his personal life until he’s ready to share it with me. “It is an ancient Roman symbol of war and victory and the phrase defines a man who never sees the defeat.” He explained the meaning of his tattoo to me. I was surprised, he didn’t shut me out.

she asked softly. Antonio's gaze softened as he looked at the ink decorating his skin. "Each one tells a story," he began. "They are reminders of my past, but also symbols of my present." He turned his hand slightly, revealing a tattoo of a compass on his wrist. "This one, for instance, is a reminder to always find my way back home, no matter what." Valerie listened intently, captivated by the vulnerability in his words. "And this one," he continued, pointing to a design on his shoulder, "represents strength and resilience. In this line of work, you need both in abundance." His eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.

There are pictures of one of her sex dungeons in her home in Paris, New York, London, and in her very own home, Japan. As I look through each picture, feeling my stomach fuzzy from all these disgusting and disturbing photos, that's when my heart drops, and my eyes grow wide in shock. My hands shake as I enlarge the image with my fingertips. I stare at the tribal tattoo that the Wolfe brothers have. It symbolizes their brotherhood and love for one another as a family who will always protect each other. It's the same tattoo I saw on Seth's right arm. "Terry? Are you feeling okay?"

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

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?”

"Then why not a tiger, a dragon, or whatever else is trendy right now?" "I got it when I was sixteen, and like any teenager, I saw deep symbolism in the tattoo." "What kind?" “People can shoot at the target as much as they want, thinking they're hurting me. But in reality, they'll be killing a butterfly.” Tenderness and admiration flood my chest, and my eyes begin to tingle. Obeying the impulse, I lean toward him and touch the black circle with my lips. "That means they're bad shots. I know she's alive and will always be here."

Her eyes swept over him slowly. From his lean, muscular torso, down the ridges of his abdomen, and across his inked chest…and that was when she saw it. A tattoo. One she hadn't noticed until now. It started from beneath his left collarbone, curling like smoke across his pec, down his ribs, wrapping over his left shoulder and down the length of his arm. It wasn’t just art..it was storytelling ink, a tapestry of symbols and sharp lines. A Roman centurion stood at the heart of it, helmet tilted upward with a stare to the heavens. Surrounding him, a serpent curled and bled into feathers, and beneath it, Latin script ran along the bottom edge like scripture.

And, soon, my eyes start to close, my lips parted as I let the tingles seep deep into my bones. “The butterfly means beauty and freedom, the smoky bird represents freedom and hope, the thorns stands for resilience, while the black rose…” Zeath suddenly pauses before blurting out, “death?” “I think it’s mystery,” I shrug, “at least that’s what the tats artist told me, and bloody hell you guys look way deeper into shii than necessary.” Zeath looks at me through the mirror, and my heart skips a beat. “It depends. Were you really a caged bird?” he asks while letting his hands slide to the front—to my collarbones, I mean.

Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple. Lilly believes that their tattoos symbolize both her and her mates. Flowers and the moon, as well as the vines of the trees, were the symbols of the forest that witnessed their sacred ritual. She caressed their bite marks on both sides of her neck and chest. She also got their mark. “This tattoo indicates that we belong to you. We are stronger because our soul is complete and so are you.” Luca said and Lilly smiled. “Will I be that strong too? You know that I don’t have any power at all. I still feel guilty about Blue Moon getting Luna like me." Lilly said sadly.