American Traditional Eagle Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

The woman was now sitting on the sofa that David had been sitting on, casually crossing her legs. Not far behind David, one of his bodyguards stood holding a gun. Wait, something was wrong here. Wasn't that bald man David's bodyguard? All of David's bodyguards were Caucasian. He glanced and saw a small eagle tattoo behind the bald man's ear. As far as he could remember, none of David's bodyguards had an eagle tattoo behind their ears. Their tattoos were snakes wrapped around black roses, and even those were on their left hands, not behind their ears.

Her silence was enough of an answer. I took mercy on her and ruffled her short hair because they looked soft and extremely pet-able. She gave me an adorable frown while serving eggs in two plates. We ate our breakfast at the low table, Zara maintaining her distance and not looking in my direction with color on her cheeks. “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” I looked at the eagle with the rough sketch the artist had made. “Yeah,” I cleared my throat, blinking out the past. “I got it done after coming back from Iraq.”

He responds as he looks at me. I glance towards the end of the bar and nod towards the woman sitting there. Trevor looked at me and nodded then cleared his throat. The young woman at the end didn't move a single muscle. Her long black wavy hair hung over one side of her shoulder covering her face but revealing a small piece of tattoo on her shoulder blade. I glance in the giant mirror on the wall behind the counter. The tops of two very detailed wings covered her shoulders and disappeared under the back of her dress. There was a small tattoo on the back of her neck that I recognized well. It's a symbol we all get when we come of age as wolves. It's like a badge of honor.

It seems like the color of his eyes is changing from blue to black, but then it changes from black to golden. She smiles at the golden color of his eyes. Charlotte asks her own wolf to come forward and meet her Alpha. She knows that her wolf has obliged when the gold in his eyes shines brighter. “I, Azraiel Michaelson, the Alpha of the Blue Orchid Pack situated in the state of Rysterbia, by the authority vested in me by the Moon Goddess declare Charlotte as the member of the Blue Orchid Pack.” “I, Charlotte pledge my loyalty to the Blue Orchid Pack and its members, in good and bad, in happiness and sorrow. I take this pack as my family and vow to protect, care and cherish them.”

The kidnapper cursed, still sitting on me, " Who the fucker!" I saw through my blurry eyes, a shadow emerge from the darkness, followed by a group of fifty black uniformed guys behind him. One of them attempted to come forward but his hand rose, a husky voice commanding, " It's my prey!" His aura screamed power and something dark yet dangerous. Our eyes met and for a brief moment, they were stuck on me blankly. Behind his eagle mask, it was hard to describe his face but his butter-smooth skin with a pair of blue eyes made it obvious that the man had handsome features. But his signature eagle tattoo on his forearms didn't miss my attention. The family crest was reminiscent of any Mafia-affili

“Never going to happen.” Just as I’m about to turn away, Raquel grabs me by the upper arm. My shirt’s sleeve rides up an inch, exposing the bottom portion of my old tattoo. She frowns, a flicker of recognition flashing across her eyes. She doesn’t let me escape, moving so swiftly that I have no time to react. She pushes my sleeve up to expose the entire composition: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its black beak. Her mouth falls open. “You’re a Red Raven.”

There are rumors of them carving an hourglass into the flesh of their enemies and I want to believe its just a myth. There was also a skull with little flies buzzing around it between the reaper's hands. Didn’t have to guess what that meant. Some Flyers get their logo tattooed on their chest and others on their back. My dad’s was on his back but I knew Missile’s for example was on his chest. I had no clue if one had a different significance than the other but I was curious. For whatever reason I felt like it was a very personal question, one I would have to wait to find out. I damn sure wasn’t going to ask where Punch got his. “Here,” he shouts, holding out the paper and stopping abruptly, I

He walked over to where the men gathered and cleared his throat, getting their attention. They all raised their head to stare at him, one by one, a look he had gotten familiar with in their eyes. A look of admiration. He wasn't dressed in a shirt so his heavily tattoed chest and abdominal area were exposed. He had gotten another tattoo after Angelo's death. An eagle on his back and Angelo's name written under it, in Angelo's memory. ***

She scrubbed my shoulders and drew the outline on my back, I did not need the moon goddess to tell me she was mesmerized at my smooth back she traced the outline of the eagle consciously. I closed my eyes the moment she touched my shoulders, her cold hands grazing my body and I knew that I could never get tired of her touch. I felt a different sensation at my back, It seemed that Claire had kissed the eagle's mouth tattoo more like kissing the eagle itself and patted the head of the eagle. My eyes snapped open, I never knew that Claire would made friends with the eagle like this. I turned around to see her pour the shampoo on her hand, a smile found its way to my lips when I saw that she rub

“One of them had a tattoo on his neck. I couldn’t see it properly, but...” “What kind of tattoo?” I cut in quickly, turning toward her. “A bird,” she said. “I think. I didn’t get a clear look.” My stomach dropped. A bird. Of course! I leaned back slowly, the tension draining out of me all at once, replaced by resignation. “They’re from my former pack,” I said quietly. “The Red Eagle pack.” Aria went still beside me. “…Talia.” “Dylan is going to kill me,” I muttered, more to myself than to her.