Third Eye Chakra Tattoo Novels & Stories

I respect her so much. Something like a tattoo catches my eye and I linger to look at it. It looks so real, as if it was just placed there, a 3D black key with a zigzag shaped front. The zigzag lines resemble the same lines that are on my birthmark. What does this mean?

"I told you it would end last night." "Daniel." Cassie didn't even know where to begin. "Can I please talk with you, in private?" He nodded and followed her back to the house. She poured them both coffees, and they sat at the kitchen table. "How did you know?" Cassie asked point blank. "You already know the answer." He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Yes, I know you have a gift. But how? What is your gift?" "I can see things. A third eye, if you will. I have dreams of the future, and I don't have any control over when or how they come to me, but once I have the dream, I seem to know all the details."

“I will take you to him.” The woman nodded, turning her eyes on the pack of wolves, who stood up and circled closer. She dropped her arms and began walking eastwards, and I followed her on legs that barely felt like my own. As the wind blew her hair aside, I noticed a tattoo on her back in the shape of a snake slithered around a silver pentagram, its head black and its body red.

"Here, this will guide you on your journey. It won't necessarily be an adventure, but as long as the three of you work together, you’re sure to make it." I took the parchment , and looked at the 'mind's eye.' It was shaped like a tuning fork, at the top of the handle was a human head, with an eye at the center of its forehead. The third eye, signifying the psychic core I presumed. "abyssal library." I read out loud. It was the place marked 'x'. is this where the relic is located?" I asked. "The place guarded by the spirits, that's the one." Elijah leaned in, and so did Jason.

I pull out slow, stand, fix my sweatpants. She opens her eyes. Pure black. Then they fade back to blue. She smiles with Samantha’s mouth. Three bodies now. And the house is still asleep. Perfect.

She observed that the logo of Tinder's Corp featured bold, black lettering against a white background with a blue outline and an abstract symbol of a building. She would have gotten a closer look at it if it wasn’t 10 feet above her height. Ella joined her a few minutes later, and they both walked in, almost at the elevator. “OMG!” Ella exclaimed and paused. “What happened?” Sarah concerned. “I forgot to tell you something.” She recalled. Just as she was about to talk, Dan passed through the entrance door. Sarah froze, and Ella traced Sarah’s eyes to Dan. “Is he walking towards us?” Sarah asked Ella.

I moaned into him, fingers tangling desperately in his thick hair as my body melted under their dominance. Zane stood before us, calmly unbuttoning his crisp black shirt. Though usually the most composed, the sight of the *triple bond* tattoo on my chest glowing bright gold from Hunter and Seth’s touch made his breathing grow ragged. Through our perfectly synced soul bond, he felt every pulse of desire and pleasure coursing through me. Zane dropped to his knees, his long fingers sliding up my thighs and gripping my waist with absolute, unyielding possession. His deep blue eyes locked onto mine with predatory intensity.

A sunburst pattern with three rings, each like a continuation of the other but never touching the other. This room holds a certain power. Now without the ache in my head or the whispers calling out to me, I can feel it. It's just here, like a powerful attraction, pulling and pulling. I could feel right there in my palms. I wanted to know what it really was, what it meant when my eyes fell to the floor and what I saw shocked me.

When she finally stepped out, droplets sliding down her thighs, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly swollen from biting them too hard. Her eyes were glassy with something unspoken. And when she turned, she saw it again — the mark on her left hip. A tattoo - like crest. Etched into her skin like a brand. It shimmered faintly in the light, elegant yet powerful. A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle.

This one she could see better with her own eyes, but less well with the face-level mirror. She swallowed hard before beginning to remove the third bandage. It was this, the newest addition, on the v of her thighs where her pubic hair had grown in rebellion of the Triquetra’s mockery, and that Rhett had waxed from her before beginning the tattoo, that was most mysterious for her, as lying flat as she had been, she had been unable to see anything at all as he had done it. He had continued the greenery theme with leaves and flowers, and a butterfly perched on a chrysalis.