Third Eye Chakra Tattoo Novels & Stories

I'm already anxious as it is, I don't want to slip up. "I have nothing else to tell you,” I say after a moment's pause, casting my gaze to the floor. It's hard not to get too involved in his blisteringly blue gaze, to allow myself to sink into it and assume I can trust him. "Names, plans, anything. I need information to tell Vaia,” he reminds me. I watch his hands move, and strangely, I see he has a new tattoo on his left hand. It spreads over the top of his hands and around his fingers. It looks traditional to the Jade Province.

Thor killed his third attacker and stepped back toward me. “How many?” he asked. I did not answer. Because I was counting differently. Not how many remained. But how many were designed to die. That was when I saw it. On the wrist of one of the fallen wolves, partially exposed beneath torn fabric. A mark. A tattoo. Recognizable. I froze for a fraction of a second longer than I should have. Thor noticed immediately. “What is it?” I knelt slowly, pulling the wrist closer. The symbol was burned into skin with deliberate precision.

he muttered under his breath. But what Shaun didn't know was, I would do anything to make him happy because he had done everything to make me and my daughter happy. He stepped back and continued unbuttoning his shirt. Then he removed it, revealing his masculine perfection. “You see this" he pointed at his shoulder. There was a visible scar there. It wasn't so obvious, but I had seen it multiple times, but never asked what it was. “Yes, I do" I walked closer to have a proper glimpse of it.

It continually reminds us of its negativity and wickedness. It reminds numerous reasons we need avoid and prevent anything third degree burn or closely deadly as it. It really is a healthy reminder in disguise but it assists not the omega disappointmet. It prevents not third degree burns from continuously tearing inside out my skin. I say so because third degree burns are my unpaid tattoos. They're all free tattoos from freya, mom and Alpha Douglas. Numerous uncountable tattoos have I received from them. I've really lost count of it. Their unremovable scars impelled on my every spines only reminds me.

“As long as you know I’m not happy about it.” “Your objections are duly noted.” He reaches into the safe and takes out an ancient wooden box bearing the same Celtic Trinity knot I have on my shoulder. “What does that mean?” “The Triquetra?” “Yes.” “Our family took it as our symbol. That’s why my mark looks like the knot.” He runs his fingers over the intricate, delicate carvings. Each Triquetra has a different decoration surrounding it. “It represents The Triple Moon Goddess,” he says with a smile.

By the third day, the sanctum felt smaller. Not because the stone had shrunk. Because there was less room left to hide. *** Elowen sat at the curved table again, the Rite codex between her and Soryn. Gate One and Gate Two runes on the parchment had been marked with thin silver slashes—completed. Gate Three’s symbol waited below them: a crescent enclosing a single vertical line. Claim. Talia traced it lightly with one finger. “Gate Three isn’t about power,” she said. “We have seen that. It isn’t about honesty. You’ve bled that already. It is about what you *reach for* in front of everyone.”

“This time I'll rewrite my destiny, and every single one that has wronged me will pay.” She felt a tingling slow-burning sensation across her lower back. “What in the…” she muttered, turning towards the mirror, pulling her robe aside to check what it was. There it was, etched on her skin just above her waist, a strange symbol—three crescent arcs entwined, forming an endless cycle. It pulsed faintly, as if alive. Her lips parted in awe. “The Tribrid mark…” she whispered. The legendary mark spoken in hushed tones by the elders, who believed it was a myth. This must be the blessing…the Moon Goddess mentioned.”

Desmond placed a third photograph on the stand. This one showed Lira's torso, the mark on her chest in perfect clarity. Three crescents arranged in a triangle, each one glowing with that eerie silver light. "The triple mark," Tabitha said, her voice heavy with significance. "I never thought I'd see it in my lifetime." "What is the triple mark?" one of the younger Alphas called out. "Death," Tabitha said simply. "The triple mark is a curse passed down through bloodlines. Women born with it are supposed to be executed at birth, before the curse can manifest."

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.