Tris Tattoo Insurgent Novels & Stories

“I’ll just change and be right back.” My breath hitched as I watched him peel off the shirt. His back was turned to me, and I couldn’t help but stare at the ripple of his muscles, the way his skin stretched over the lean strength of his body. He moved with the fluid grace of a wolf, and something about the sight stirred something deep within me. But then, something else caught my eye. A small tattoo on the back of Tariq’s shoulder—a triangle with three circles inside. It was strange, almost out of place on him. My curiosity piqued.

Maybe he did. I’m quickly hoisted into the truck and with his tall frame he gets in easily without help. There’s a crest in gold on the top and I know it well. It’s a tattoo that Isaac had over his heart. Below it is one word, “loyalty.”

In his right hand, he held the familiar silver dagger, its blade gleaming dangerously. But as the rebel assassin took a step toward my bed, his left hand reached up to his own collar. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the fabric down, exposing his spine to the mirror on the wall behind him. My breath completely trapped itself in my throat, and my heart stopped dead in my chest. There, seared into the skin of the ruthless Omega rebel's back, was a glowing, crimson brand. A perfect, permanent tattoo of my own true initials. MW.

The officer got out, hand on his gun, and strolled toward us while his colleague stayed back, his gun at his side that was the problem with a new car. Tristan let the window down, and the officer looked at him. “Get out of the car.” I leaned forward, my forearm with my tattoo propped up against the dashboard and smiled darkly at the man. “Unfortunately, Officer, we have somewhere we need to be.” The police officer registered my tattoo then my face and took a step back. “This is a misunderstanding, safe travels.” I nodded and sank back against the seat. “Drive.” Tristan looked at me with a hint of admiration in his eyes then he pulled away from the curb in a slower pace but still too fast but

I remembered the cold, the blood, the growl, the wolf and how everything went red. I swayed on my feet, my hand going to my chest and I did the only thing I knew to do at that moment. The only thing that could stop me from betraying myself. “I Lianne Noctis reject you Alpha Darius, Cassius and Lucian Ravencrest as my mate and Alpha” Three alpha auras crashed into me at once. My knees weakened, my heart trembled…I could literally taste iron on my tongue. I had just rejected three Alphas. That was rash, I knew. I can't stand them being my mates for a second longer. But there was something I overlooked, and that's…

But I know that with our combined strength and unity, we stand a chance at defeating her. Days turned into weeks as we trained relentlessly, honing our skills and learning to anticipate each other's movements in battle. Savage turned out to be an invaluable ally, her wisdom, and experience guiding us through the most challenging of exercises. She is the first Tribrid this young to have to train all of her beings on top of fighting and training. As we train alongside Savage, I can't help but feel a growing sense of admiration for the young Tribrid. Her strength and resilience are truly remarkable, and I know that she has the potential to be a powerful ally in our fight against the Dark Goddes

It was there, amidst the switching sounds of water and the soft glow of bioluminescent organisms, that they stumbled upon a worn deck of cards, tucked away in a forgotten corner. Intrigued by the discovery, they examined the deck with curiosity. Just as they were about to explore its contents, Trent, a seasoned inmate covered in black tattoos that matched his tail and hair, noticed their interest. With graceful movements, he swam towards them, his hands fluidly signing, "Hey, do you know how to play Tridents? I can teach you if you like."

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

“I don't understand why you won't leave me alone” Without responding to his words, I walked towards him, staring at the tattoo inscription on his upper back that read ‘Incendio’ meaning fire in Spanish. My heart slammed hard against my ribcage at that moment. Only the Anoris had that tattoo inscription on their bodies. While mine was Tierra, his was Incendio—Earth and Fire. My breath came out in ragged gasps. “You…are…an Anori” I stammered out and he froze.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it