Third Eye Chakra Tattoo Novels & Stories

He looked up and spotted three holes above the nose, perfectly spaced. “Cory, give me yours!” Exclaimed Hayden. Cory let her eye totem fall into Hayden’s cupped hands below. Titan gave the Prince the eye he had won also. Hayden took out the third eye. He approached the face in the wall. He put the left eye in first and then the right. The third eye in the middle of the forehead must be the one different to the other two. Hayden placed the third eye in its stone socket.

I’m hardly able to think. "The black one is Gabriel’s wolf, the gray one is Dante, and the third one represents the pack." she looks up at me when I finally squeeze out an answer. She nods and looks at my chest again. I do too, and my dick grows harder as I see her nipples like stiff peaks pressing through her bra and top. I reach up to touch it, but her fingers trace my stomach under my left chest before I can. She starts reading the names that are tattooed on it.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Ava's POV “No, I want my child right now!“ The three-eyed monster yells as tears dropped from his third eye. I placed my shirt to wipe his tears but instead of clearing his tears, his tear melted my shirt. Tears from the third eye are like Lava erupting from a volcano. I threw the Shirt on the floor. The three-eyed monster pushed Nicole to a side as he strode into Nicole's shank, I followed and Nicole stood behind me. “My baby!“ the three-eyed monster wept as he went to his knees.

I reached up, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him closer, to sink in the sensation. That’s when I saw it. As his head moved, the low light of the bedside lamp caught the skin just below his ear. My heart didn’t just skip a beat. It stopped. Tattooed in deep obsidian ink was the mark of the Triple moon; the sigil of the High Alpha. It wasn’t just the pack mark. It was the crown. The lines were intricate and glowing with a faint violet light that only pulsed in the blood of the true lineage.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before “Turn around,” Rhett’s voice was hoarse. She turned and looked up at him, her brilliant blue eyes filled with unspoken thoughts, pleading with him. He looked away, unable to hold the gaze, looking instead at the tattoos on her skin. “These are looking good,” he stroked his thumb over the Triquetra on her skin. Something so small represented so much, he thought bitterly. The sacrifices that they made because of it, the things that they did because of it...

There were three rotating vortexes in the eyeball that contained the power of the Three Lives. And there was also a whirlpool in this eyeball. However, there was only one whirlpool in the eyeball. And unlike the silver of the three vortexes, the vortex in the eyeball was black. At this moment, Caspian could not help but think of the black chaos in the center of the Three Sages Mountain. "This vortex...." After thinking for a while, Caspian put his finger on it and transferred a trace of spiritual Qi into it.

The space where I sank my teeth last night now held a detailed crescent moon with a crown above it. The masculine version of her mark graced my skin. Heavier lines with a more tribal bent, they surrounded my power signs—along with a new one. The new power manifested as three eyes in a pyramid shape, the bottom two eyes closed with the top third eye open. I pulled the neck of my shirt to the side so that they could see the matching moon, which I knew from my exam this morning also carried a crown, though I was unsure why I would be marked as royal.

“I’ll take the ride.” ****** The car ride is quiet. Too quiet. For a moment I begin to regret my decision of accepting to ride with him. Was I scared? No. But there was something odd about him. I sit beside him, my hands resting on my laps and my mind racing with too many thoughts. Then my eyes suddenly drift towards him. To his hands. His arms. To the tattoo- My eyes drift closely to his tattoos. That symbol. A triangle. Not just one. But three triangles interlocked together.