Third Eye Chakra Tattoo Novels & Stories

He shook his head as if shaking off any remaining thoughts about Cela that's still in his head. "It's too much to think about all of a sudden. I should rest my mind tonight," he said to himself. The night is getting deeper. Another day is about to end. The moon and the stars are the silent listeners to everyone's wishes. Cela begins to rediscover the beauty of the moon she hasn't looked at for years. Nate thinks of his new life unfolding in the next two months. Looking at the moon with his wife by then is another thing to look forward to. Whatever they're thinking at that moment, one thing's for sure, they are doing the same thing – looking at the same moon.

The Third Side of the Coin This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by InamorataFeels All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

"You've got it wrong, Wren. We're just as we were a decade ago. He's like a brother to me!" Wren let out a long sigh. "Selena, I wish you were my sister-in-law. My brother's still on his own, you know." I stroked my belly, smiling softly. "Let's not be silly. I'm pregnant now. Remarrying isn't in the cards for me!" That baby was the only family I had, and I cherished it with everything I had. Wren's frustration flared up. "So, you're not remarrying because you're hung up on that good-for-nothing Henry? You've got to let him go! He's about to make it official with another woman!"

Like three tiny fists knocking from inside her womb. The light split, white-gold threads winding up her wrist, around her forearm, looped in three distinct rhythms. Someone gasped. Someone swore. Even the Old King’s eyes flicked wider. Talia’s vision went white. Kaela whispered, smug: Told you. Triplets. Overachiever. Shut up. Never. The Stone’s heat marked her palm. A waxing crescent. A ring of thorns. And a third thin line binds them all.

He motions towards my tears then to the tiny diamond ring lying on the napkin. "I'm okay," I slowly assure the stranger. My words do not sound believable. I turn away, wiping more tears from my cheeks. Thoughts of John enter my mind. His sandy blonde hair pulled into a man-bun on top and freshly shaven on the sides and back. Him shirtless as he loved others to witness the rewards of his hard work at the gym. Him proudly crossing his arms across his chest, drawing attention to the dragon with skull tattoo and full sleeves as he strides toward me. His washboard abs flexing, drawing attention to his low-riding jeans. With each step, his abdominal tattoo, ‘Take No Prisoners,’ flashing like a neo

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"

The symbols seemed to have extended. In Arerat, the tattoo was a butterfly in my palm and claw prints under it, down to below my wrist. But right now, it was extended down to the back of my elbow, just below my upper arm. The last pair of claw prints that lay in-between the upper arm and the lower arm began to glow warmly. I could feel a soul connection with it. It's the exact feeling I got when Little Wolfy gave me its blood essence from it's glabella to join the contract of beast and beast tamer. It was as if I just...

"It is not about readiness—it is about will. Yours and theirs." I nodded, swallowing hard. The triplets stirred within me, faint, rhythmic pulses echoing against the bond. My wolf growled softly, sensing the ritual's energy long before I did. Inside, the chamber was enormous. The floor was etched with the Triplicate sigil—the three intertwined crescents that represented the prophecy's power. Torches lined the walls, but the real illumination came from the runes carved into the ceiling, pulsating in response to the life force the chamber sensed.

Her ambivalent parents aside, she'd never had someone in her corner. "Well," Ceara offered, fingering her pentagram charm necklace. "For witches, the trinity knot is symbolic of the threefold nature of the Goddess. Mother Goddess represents creation, the Maiden for innocence, and the Crone for wisdom. It also reflects on the forces of nature¡ªearth, fire, and water. The three interlocking circles are emblematic of our sacred casting circles."

My third mate steps into the room and crosses his arms over his thick chest, his gaze leveled on me. He’s shorter than Kian and Frost, but his body is chiseled and muscular in all the right places in a way that makes his t-shirt look illicit. He has smooth, dark skin, short-cropped black hair, and thick eyelashes around the most vivid violet eyes. Tattoos identical to those on Kian and Frost paint up and down his arms and peek out from the collar of his shirt.