Third Eye Chakra Tattoo Novels & Stories

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Morat and Lyra’s faces twisted in pain. "We... cannot stay long," Morat said, his voice like rustling wind. "But listen: do not open the seal. Do not close it permanently either. There is a third way... find..." The light died out. The treehouse went dark again. The Siron-lookalike burst into laughter, its voice now cracked and imperfect. "See? They couldn't even finish their sentence! There is no third way! There is only the choice you have!" But Siron had seen it. On the floor of the treehouse, where Morat and Lyra had stood, a new symbol was drawn in golden light, a symbol he didn't recognize. A circle with two lines entwined, like two souls bound together.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

“The third eye, or the mind’s eye, is a mystical concept of a speculative invisible eye usually depicted as located on the forehead, which provides perception beyond ordinary sight. ” “That is so unsettlingly right, ” Jake muttered. “Boy, aren't you lucky! ” Julia went on, “in Dharmic traditions from India, the third eye is a gate that leads to the inner realms of higher consciousness and symbolizes enlightenment!” “Enlightenment?” Jake pondered. “Yeah, and if you utilize your third eye, you become what is known as a seer!” “Okay...” “Or you could do third eye training and tune in to the vibration of the universe like Taoism in Chinese!”

THROAT CHAKRA are referred to as 'Sage'. THIRD-EYE CHAKRA are referred to as 'Defied'. CROWN CHAKRA are referred to as 'Emperor'.

“ I got the tattoo when I was fifteen! “ Said Kataleya smiling. Katherina: “ How much courage! Samantha: “ Women should never get a tattoo here! They are frowned upon! Kataleya: “ Different from my homeland! There everyone gets tattoos, pierces their ears, noses, lips and other things! Samantha: “ I still remember when my mother-in-law Clarina saw Igor's tattoo on her back, she almost had a fit! Haha ha Kataleya: “ The Triquetra tattoo! Samantha nodded. Kataleya smiled: “ It symbolizes the past, present and future, linked to time and infinity...

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

Eyes that she would never forget. The girl took Abigail’s left hand to feel for a pulse when suddenly a bright light shone from their connection. The light opened Abigail’s third eye chakra and let in light and wonder. She felt plugged into some sort of power. A power that she had never felt before. The girl felt like an extension of Abigail as if they were connected not only in touch but in their soul.

"It is not one throne. It is one realm. And we are not three wills. We are one bond in three bodies. The Triarchy is the expression of that bond." The Council observers left later that day, their report unknown, but they did not declare us unstable. That night, the three of us stood in the sacred grove within the keep, under the moon. The stress of the week had left us raw, but connected. "The marks," I said, touching the gold sun on my chest, the twin to their own. "They show we are mates. But we need something that shows we are… this. The Triarchy." Neal grinned. "A new tattoo? I'm in."

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within