Third Eye Chakra Tattoo Novels & Stories

Fvcking sexy beast, Xayden Adler stood in front of me in the arena in the third round with my blood all over his knuckles. Even through the cloudy haze of my swollen eyes, I couldn’t tear my gaze from the tattoo that circled around the left side of the Alpha’s waist in intricate, d*ck-arousing designs and dip under the wicked band of his low-hanging shorts, curling towards the forbidden nether regions. Call it a gut feeling, but I knew that it was a sensuous tattoo meant for only a pair of eyes belonging to someone very special. A pang of jealousy suddenly hit me out of nowhere. I couldn’t help but bitterly think how many people had got the privilege of seeing it while I fought back my Alpha

"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.

The delicate lines and curves formed a complex pattern, radiating a sense of ancient power and deep-rooted significance. Rudra watched him closely before speaking again. "That symbol represents the Muladhara, the root chakra," he began. "It's the foundation of our energy system, located at the base of the spine. It’s associated with survival, grounding, and our connection to the physical world." Abhi nodded slowly, his eyes still tracing the symbol. "And there are others?"

Her eyes were so deep and beautiful that I just wanted to drown in them. One day Rasiya and I were having lunch at the cafeteria, Naina and Puneet were there as well. Suddenly my eyes fell on Naina's leg. Near her ankle, there was a tattoo. It was a star, moon, and sun tattoo near her ankle. It was very unique. I have never seen this type of tattoo in my life.

A faint, sweet scent filled the air as my energy flowed outward, like the subtle fragrance of flowers blooming in the night. It mixed with the musty smell of shadows and the metallic tang of the enchanted sword. The air crackles with static, a sound like distant thunder or electricity. It grows louder and more intense as I pour all my energy into the realm of shadows and the sword, drowning out all other noises. With not even seconds to accomplish the sword enchantment, I needed to concentrate more on the sword in the realm of shadows, and the bridge to the enchantment I have chosen to give it. My eyes fluttered shut and rolled upwards, revealing only the whites as I focused on the realm of

Talia and Lyra sat near her, whispering incantations that pulsed soft blue under the child’s skin, soothing her. Kael paced near the entrance like a caged beast. Aria stood beside the map Callen had drawn, candles flickering around her. The lines etched into the parchment showed more than roads; they traced ley lines, old fault lines, power nexuses, and marks from the Gatekeeper’s trial. At the center of it all: a symbol none of them had drawn. A third eye. Carved into the map overnight, when no one had touched it. Aria stared at it now, jaw clenched. “What do you know about the Third Gate?” she asked Talia.

The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder about the stories behind those empowering lines. The ink on her skin seemed to carry a profound message, inviting me to embrace my true self without reservations. Then came the third tattoo, just beneath her right breast, a declaration that struck a chord within me – "Always Choose Happiness." The placement seemed intentional, emphasizing the importance of finding joy in life. As she turned towards me to reveal it, a strange sensation enveloped me, a mix of warmth and a fluttering in my chest. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken connection as her words lingered in the air.

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.