American Traditional Eagle Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

The symbols seemed to have extended. In Arerat, the tattoo was a butterfly in my palm and claw prints under it, down to below my wrist. But right now, it was extended down to the back of my elbow, just below my upper arm. The last pair of claw prints that lay in-between the upper arm and the lower arm began to glow warmly. I could feel a soul connection with it. It's the exact feeling I got when Little Wolfy gave me its blood essence from it's glabella to join the contract of beast and beast tamer. It was as if I just...

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door opening, and her captor walked in. He was bare-chested, his broad chest and chiseled abs on full display. A black mask covered his face, making it impossible to read his expression. But it was the tattoo on his chest that caught Olivia's attention. An eagle tattoo just like the one in the mystery man's chest as she named him, and beside the eagle tattoo a snake coiled around a sword was drawn, the image seemed to dance on his skin as he moved. Olivia's eyes widened as she recognized the tattoo. It was the same man who had saved her from the thugs at the cemetery just a few days ago.

I loved my boots just the way they were. The drive started off nicely as we followed Chris location, Siri’s voice being of major help as we swerved lanes. “I spot prince charming,” I hummed tapping the arm of the chair, facing out the car window. Chris Ryder’s poster for his new movie, Silver Sworn was literally everywhere, only switching simultaneously with Justin Star Ryder’s top charting single. He was posed in his old English assassin type attire holding the sandix, the supposed thing he had to guard through the whole movie. His hair was dyed a glimmering silver, bringing out his natural blue eyes. Britney scoffed, turning left per siri’s instruction, “mm,” she hummed.

Dale tried to explain the situation, but the answer was the same. “Are you sure you want me to come with you to the meeting with the elders, babe? I can do something else. I still haven’t seen most of the pack, or met that many pack members. I also need to show my face to them.” I say, looking myself over in the mirror. I’m looking much better than two days ago, and the mark on my neck is one of a kind. Normally it's just a bite mark, showing you are taken, but on Elijah and I it has formed as a blueish tattoo. Mine is two wolves howling to the full moon, while Elijah’s is two wolves and a jewel between them.

Hazel , also peeked at him. His left bicep was imprinted with , a flying eagle tattoo , with vibrant fillings and it was outlined by black and grey colors . His eyebrows were arched and his thick lips were carrying a terrible humour, and his eyes were examining her cunningly , like his mind was planning something malicious for her. She said meekly , " Please, stay away ..", she pulled her chin away from his filthy grip , and moved to get out from his sturdy frame. Her fingers were tightly digging into the fabric of her clothes on her knees , as she passed him a pleasing gaze.But, like he was the most unworthiest person she had ever met,

He did. He introduced me to his organization as his daughter. He trained me personally, how to fight, how to shoot, how to kill. He got into my head. I became a totally different person. He gave me a tattoo that matched his. We were three who had that tattoo on our arms in that organization. I, Pa Alejo and Tyler. Tyler was the son of Pa Alejo's right hand. The tattoo was of an eagle attacking its prey. He said it signified glory and what not.

I ask, although I know the answer. “They were just pawns in the hands of those who are looking for us,” she claims, smiling sadly. I remain silent, taking advantage of Sebastian’s tactics, waiting patiently for her to continue speaking. I feel that this is just the beginning of something I don’t want to be a part of at any cost. “They are called eagles,” she announces. “They seek out everyone with rare DNA and bring them in.” She clenches her teeth for a moment. I see pain and fear in her eyes. “I don’t remember how old I was when they found me. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember anything that happened before I got to Eagles,” she admits in a trembling voice. “You have no idea what we h

I could feel the chills massively spreading through my body. The eagle tattoo on Greyson's neck moved. I even made sure I wasn’t dreaming at the moment by rolling my eyes. I had to make sure I was in reality. Because, what the heck? How could that tattoo move? The eagle tattoo turned into a real one, it came out of Greyson's neck! The tattoo on his neck is gone, it's a full -fledged eagle. Oh my gosh! "Check the area, Fray." Greyson commands the eagle. It immediately flew up and wandered around.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

" At that moment, a man with an eagle tattoo on his chest, his low-cut shirt revealing part of the ink, pushed me back into my seat. Lifting my chin, he leaned in close. "After all these years, you're still just as pathetic."