Traditional Jesus Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

One he wasn’t sure he understood, let alone like. “Man,” he muttered, giving Jim back the joint. “Yeah, I know.” Jim showed him the picture of her tattoo. “That symbol means heaven, and this is how much she believes in God. In God and in free will.” “Can you even believe in both at the same time?” “Looks like. I can’t quote her argument, but it was pretty coherent. Outta the box, but logical.” “If you say so.” Jim motioned for Sean to look at the rest of the pictures he’d taken in the morning, while he searched his phone for something.

It was a little tattoo. The tattoo glittered, but only for a few moments, and then disappeared. When the fog and the tattoo vanished, Mr. Knudlac said: "Revelare!" A tattoo appeared on Johnny's arm depicting a miniature badger, standing on rear limbs, prepared to repel even the attack of a lion. This was the symbol of Johnny's Imperium magic. In addition, the new tattoo appeared too. It represented a sea monster, a Kraken that with two tentacles controlled rough stormy waves, with the others he controlled the calm sea, and with the other tentacles he controlled snow and ice.

Finally, I had second brother and treated him like my own brother, he said with joy. Atty. Nicdao, Mr. Jones and I, are best friends since then. One time, Mr. Jones invited us in a tattoo shop and said, "As a sign of our strong friendships, let's put a tattoo on our pulse." We went to the tattoo shop and followed Mr. Jones, the tattoo maker asked what sign we want to be painted in our pulse, Atty. Nicdao suggested an infinity sign. So, we agreed. I told them to put it on my left hand because I'm left-handed, they wanted to make it uniform so, they asked the tattoo maker to make the tattoo on their left hand too, he said reminiscing those days, he smiled. "I missed them"

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.

“I will burn this seal. You are released from the binds of Satan. Repeat after me.” Father Cresson recited a few words. Jake tried to pay attention but the words were coming so fast. He repeated them though, stumbling over only a few of the words. Just when he thought they’d never end, Father Cresson put down the Holy Book and lit a match. Speaking loudly in tongues he lit the paper on fire and watched it burn. When nothing but the ashes remained he turned to Jake with a small bottle of oil that he flung at him and then placed a small mark between his eyes. Jake felt almost dizzy, warmth enveloped him, almost a buzzing feeling. He was energized; he felt like he could take on anything right n

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

The dark blue comforter had slid down to his waist and his shirtless back was facing her. The blanket had exposed the tattoo that he had gone and gotten with his brother the day before they found out their mother was pregnant. They both had NO MATTER WHAT and three stick figures above it. It was decided that after the baby was born, another stick figure could be added. Jaxon also promised to take Jolene to get one once she was released from the hospital and felt up to it. After all, they two brothers got the tattoos because of her. They wanted each other to know that they had their siblings’ backs.

In the fogged-up mirror, I see my thick muscles, most of them marred by scars, and the rest saturated in ink. The tattoos cloak me from my fingers to my elbows. The knives look real enough that when touching them, you’d expect them to cut you. On my shoulders and knees are the eight pointed stars of a pakhan. They are what separates me from the rest of the Bratva: I kneel to no one. Bending sideways, I study my back in the mirror. The spider facing upward would warn away anyone who grasped the meaning. But it’s the other art that tells the story. For a moment I run my left hand across my spine, tracing the intricate lines that create the massive back piece. The Orthodox Church tattoo took mu

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

Pure, unholy sin. My hands moved on their own, sliding up his chest, tracing the tight lines of muscle beneath his warm olive skin. My fingers brushed the tattoo inked into his ribs, the Italian cross, the Latin carved beneath it. Mors tua, vita mea. Your death, my life. His grip tightened on my waist. He pushed me back, and my spine met the cold marble wall with a gasp. The contrast between his heat and the chill behind me sent a shiver all the way down to my toes. Zach’s lips left mine and dropped to my neck, kissing, biting, branding me with sins no holy water could ever cleanse.