Tribal Pisces Tattoo Novels & Stories

Eric smiles as he says, “Now I understand why we are the Ying and Yang of Pisces. Come on and look in the mirror.” I frown as I get out of bed and approach the mirror so I can look at my neck. I open my eyes wide, gasping in surprise when I see my mark: it's the symbol of Pisces. A goldfish lying to the right, and a platinum fish lying to the left. The three of us stare at the mark, when suddenly it starts to glow. We all widen our eyes in surprise at what is happening when Alec says, “Eric, touch her left shoulder and I'll touch her right one.” I look at him, confused, as I reply, “What are you trying to do, Alec?”

They all turned their backs while topless. I can say they are "hot" because of the shape of their bodies even with their backs turned. They only put nicknames. Nicknames, age, height, and even blood type are the only information contained there. The tenth picture on the last page grabs my attention. Like the others, it is also topless. It has a tribal tattoo on the waist. The tattoo has almost covered half of its back. I don't know but that body seems familiar to me. I read its information.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

All of their hair were long, but if not, they would be bald, or their hair would be shoulder-length. Matthew gulped when he noticed the tribe slowly moved to either side to make way for the biggest man he had ever seen. This man was wearing the skin of a lion, his tattoos were marked across his chest and his left arm. He had a long scratch across his right eye which was a scar, and his brown hair was long down halfway his back, but his beard was only at the top of his neck. His grey eyes matched his menacing look as it was similar to the clouds that were a complete shade of grey. He was holding a long staff and was also wearing a necklace that had something Matthew thought was a tooth, but h

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

It disappears beneath the fabric of the tank top, hinting at a larger tapestry that covers his torso. "What’s that one?" I point to a symbol on his rear deltoid. It looks like a wolf, but abstract, geometric. "Ink," he deadpans. "You don't say. I thought it was a very specific bruise." I lean closer, squinting. "It looks tribal. But not the I got drunk in Cancun kind of tribal. It looks meaningful. Is it a gang thing? A badge of honor for every time you successfully intimidated a client into silence?"

Sage blinked, stretching their hand toward the illustrative black wolf with purple eyes that made up my chest piece. It took me a second to piece it together. The tattoo on my right bicep was an illustrative forest that made a V in the mist with a lunar eclipse in the sky. It clicked when my brain caught up to Sage reaching for the wolf. Their wolf is named Eclipse. Did the wolf on my chest remind Sage of theirs? “Eclipse? Does your wolf look like this?” I asked, touching my tattoo. “Um… yeah. Exactly like this, purple eyes and all.” Sage nodded. “Can I…” They pointed at my tattoo.

When the midwife lifted her, the room fell into a terrified hush. The girl was small, but it was not her size that stopped the hearts of those in the room. It was her skin. On her chest, directly over her heart, and across the span of her tiny back, symbols were etched into her flesh. They were not birthmarks; they were brands, glowing with a faint, amber luminescence that pulsed in time with the lightning outside. On her chest, the sign of the crab—♋. Across her back, two interlinked circles—⚯.

She quickly found an article titled ‘Everything You Need To Know About Dating a Pisces Man’ and began reading it out. “...A man born under the Pisces constellation, the final sign of the zodiac, is a total dreamboat. He’s flirtatious, charming, and romantic, and, being a water sign, also introverted and emotional — the most emotional sign of all, to be precise. His sign is also classified as mutable, meaning he’s adaptable and changeable. This is most reflected in his ever-shifting moods — he has a stream of emotions that never slows down and an immense imagination. He’s an idealist and unapologetic about being affectionate…”