Web Of Wyrd Tattoo Novels & Stories

the wizard’s voice cut through his thoughts. He looked up, blinking like he'd just returned from another planet entirely. The wizard followed his gaze to Ren, then back at him. His brows lifted, but then he said nothing. “Yes?” Wayne answered, taking a step forward. The wizard dipped two fingers into a bowl of bloodroot and whatever else Wayne couldn't name, then gently dragged a line down his forehead. “This is the seal of Lilith,” the wizard started, his voice low and every bit ritualistic. “It binds your soul to the call. If your wolf still sleeps, the mark will scorch it awake. And if your wolf is dead...”

Each man wore the mark. Different symbols etched into skin: a serpent coiled around a sword on the left forearm of one, twin wolves snarling beneath a bleeding moon on the wrist of another, a skeletal crown on the palm of a third, and a phoenix swallowing its own tail just above the elbow of the last. Each tattoo pulsed faintly, dark and ancient, remnants of an allegiance born of secrecy, ambition, and old blood.

The matrons could only dream of such things. “Eileen, you must learn about yourself before you can learn to project anything.” Morrigan held up her left palm, fingers clawed, and a ball of green flame appeared. It shaped itself into a Serch Bythol. I had seen the symbol drawn in my mother’s old books but it was rare. It was a form of a Celtic knot that was like a circle with two triquetras, one pointing out to either side. “This knot symbolizes your dual spirit, shared with Stella. You are two in one body” she pointed to the knot on the left and indicted me, and then the circle. “The circle is the body you both share. This other side is Stella. Only one form can exist at a time.” “And the w

taking my head shaking from side to side as a no, he continued, "Divine coupling is a marriage of souls. You and I are bound to each other by all the elements and in every way. Heart, body, and soul. It's much like a normal wedding, without the fortune spent on ridiculous parties and cakes and dresses. It is much more intimate for our kind and it is something that we do not choose for ourselves. We trust that our magic knows what we need and trust me Saraid, I needed you." I glanced down at my left hand which was palm down on the bed and holding most of my weight. "Is that what this is?" I asked, sitting up so I could show him the mysterious tattoo like mark on my finger. "Much like normal h

The Wyres adopted it years ago when they were cursed, turning to a new Goddess to worship. “They have chosen this cord, colored like blood, to represent the life that has been lost. And for the life that will no longer be wasted. As their hands are tied, we remember that these ties are not to bind, but to strengthen the vow of their commitment to themselves and their people.

It’s rare that I dress up. As I stared into the mirror, barely recognizing myself, I realized I am the spitting image of my mother. I have every one of her features. I twirled around to get the full effect of my dress. It’s long and puffy like a princess, with no straps and a low back that shows the one tattoo I could get even though my father was covered in them and every male pack member. The tattoo represented my human, wolf, and witch. It’s the moon, earth, and a ball of magic intertwined into a triangle. It reminded me of the greatness I can become and will hope to one day achieve.

Since childhood, our parents made sure that we formed a bond, tighter than mere friendship, so that we can rely on each other as we fulfill our destinies… That is, to do greater things for all werewolves --- for everyone with ties to the wolf blood. I shake my head to keep myself from dozing off. I’m feeling light-headed and I’m worried that whatever herbal treatment Zerdan is concocting will put me to sleep. “Alpha Zerdan, I don’t think I can go for my wolf run tonight. I feel drained and exhausted. If I pass out, just go ahead with the tattoo. I’d like to have it before I leave this house in the morning.” “That’s no problem. Just make sure you sleep on your back so that I can freely tattoo

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

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.

“The wizard from ancient times I told you helped me break free from the master, and told me about the cure.” “Wow!” I hissed. When he told me about it the other night but I didn’t really put my mind to it, but thinking about it now had my heart racing. It would have taken real powerful magic to turn a vampire half human; magic I was sure the matrons, council, and the witches in general do not currently possess. Kudaisi smiled. “Check this out.” He raised his shirt, revealing his bare chest. I stared at where he pointed below his right chest, at a tattoo. It was a butterfly. It was so small and nearly blended with his skin that I hadn’t noticed it before.