Third Eye Chakra Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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.

"Winds in the north, run through the trees. Three times three, let them see, let them see. Sands of the east, rich soils beneath. Three times three, set them free, set them free. Fires in the south, awaken from sleep Three times three, let them see, let them see. Water of the west, flow to the seas. Three times three, set them free, set them free. Grant me the powers I seek, let it run through their veins three times three. Once the cock crows by night time, turn them back." He chanted the spell three times over, then he takes a knife and was about doing something with it, but then my time in the past came to an end.

Its trunk is smooth and pale, almost luminous in the moonlight, and the runes carved into its bark are different—more complex, more deliberate, arranged in patterns that seem to shift when viewed from different angles. I approach cautiously, drawn by curiosity yet mindful of the strange presence I felt moments ago. The runes pulse with subtle energy, visible even to my ordinary brown eye. One symbol in particular catches my attention—a spiraling design reminiscent of the dragon tattoo between my shoulder blades. It seems to brighten as I draw nearer, responding to my proximity.

As she felt the dizziness struck her, the golden notes started to enter her ears. Meanwhile, Méah was also suffering the same. But unlike Purple Smoke, the golden notes went straight into her chest, embracing her black heart. The red glowing light began to crack out again with the help of the golden notes. In a second, her heart was beating again. Abruptly, her eyes opened. This time, they were back into their natural color, except that it was glowing brightly. Her fox tails and the black lotus crown disappeared. As she faced the ground, everything that happened was absorbed inside her mind. From the moment she stood up on her knees, a silver butterfly mark appeared in the middle of her for

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

I could just hear my heart beat getting louder as I slowly bent down and took a closer look at the ink . It was a simple tribal tattoo of three triangles interlocked into one common point. The triquetra tattoo looked to be darker along the interlocked parts of the triangles. “Where did you get that tattoo done?” I made sure to keep my very as stable as possible as I nonchalantly asked the question that was sending my heart into a frenzy. “It’s a birthmark,” He did not seem to care for much about the answer as he dryly answered while his focus remained on my leg .

We were connected on a level that nobody but us could ever understand. She crouched down to draw the sigil over our hearts with a Plexic. It was three interconnecting circles in the shape of a triangle with one on top and two on bottom. They briefly glowed once the last one was placed on the three of us. She placed her finger in a red powder before placing it on each of our foreheads as well. It was warm where she placed it on my forehead. “I would ask that those who will be giving these three to one another please join us,” Elder Katarina said.

But where? Then it clicked. The tattoo on Tariq’s back. It was the same triangle, the same three circles. I felt a chill wash over me. This wasn’t a coincidence. The chest was connected to Tariq’s secrets, something he was hiding at all costs. I could feel it.

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

My head moved back on Christian as I took in his clear light blue eyes. Both of these guys were T-R-O-U-B-L-E if I’d ever seen it. “We’re uhm, actually triplets. Our third is around somewhere,” Vance said, scratching his neck. He turned slightly to the side and I gaped as I took in a massive silver marking on his back. It seemed to shimmer a bit under the sun. Is it a tattoo? My feet moved on their own, desperate to check it out more. He saw what I was doing and grinned. He turned to allow me better access as I ran my fingers over it in awe.