Woman Shushing Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

“I will take you to him.” The woman nodded, turning her eyes on the pack of wolves, who stood up and circled closer. She dropped her arms and began walking eastwards, and I followed her on legs that barely felt like my own. As the wind blew her hair aside, I noticed a tattoo on her back in the shape of a snake slithered around a silver pentagram, its head black and its body red.

I don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to my father, as if this brings back memories of her own ceremony. She then says something in an unknown tongue and I feel a brief burning sensation on the fourth finger of my left hand. My eyes widen in shock when I see an intricate, woven tattoo with the letter V in the center - Vega and Volkova. “We all understand the gesture that you are now making. Taking the hand of the one who loves you is the symbol of the unspoken bond you two share; a bond you made when you were both five years old, and a bond that still persists.”

"Yevgeniy saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls ... Well, we had other uses." We? Did she just say we? My eyes widen as I hold my breath. She straightens up, advancing on me with purpose. I start to stand, but she's faster. She kneels in front of me, ripping open her jacket and shirt to expose the skin on her right shoulder. Pressed into it is a tattoo of a fox sitting on its haunches. Its black body is surrounded by thick, detailed chains. One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time.

The skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.

And, of course, the texture doesn't feel like a cut or wound. It's more like a tattoo. "It's going to get harder for me if you keep touching me like this, princess." “!” Sashal raised both hands as she glared at him. “How can you convince me that it's not a tattoo?” “A true believer will not allow their skin to be damaged by artificial tattoos. The only tattoo we can have is ‘the mark’ from the Moon Goddess.” “Exactly, how can I know?” “Well, you're smart. You must know that this sign does not only appear in one person. So if you open your collar, then you will—”

"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

D*mn, that word made my d*ck twitch. "Really, huh?! Do you want me to serve you right now?!" She nodded while batting her eyelashes. "Okay, whatever my queen wants!" Her giggles were music to my ears. We kissed, we hugged, and we made love under the moonlight. "Mark me again, Logan!" She uttered after. "I can mind-link Witch Anya to remove this tattoo and mark me again!" I glanced at the butterfly tattoo printed on her marking spot. Honestly, the tattoo was strikingly beautiful. I wouldn't mind marking her with her tattoo sitting there. "No need, sweetheart. I will mark you again even if you have that tattoo on your neck!"

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

When my eyes saw her tattoo, it took every ounce of willpower I had not to exclaim and run toward the door. She had a tattoo of a crescent moon and two stars, and in that moment, I knew I was standing in the midst of the people who were after me. “Nice—nice tattoo,” I remarked as she withdrew her hand. “Yeah, it’s lovely, isn’t it? We all have one,” she replied and glanced at her wrist. “Our way of showing our love for one another.” “Love’s one way to put it,” the lady I had been talking to earlier interjected, and they all broke into a hearty laugh.

One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time. My heart is pounding now. “Layla told me about how the Bratva marks its members. But she said the women only get tattoos if they’re the last living heirs.” “Heirs!” That gets a bitter laugh out of her. It’s loud enough that I glance around nervously, worrying someone might hear. “Layla wants to protect your tender heart, Camila Stepanova.” She covers the fox up, standing over me again. “Do you know what that tattoo actually means?”