American Traditional Eagle Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

She had only glimpsed parts of it before, but even from across the room she could see the design. A two-headed eagle. “What?” He followed her stare and looks down at his tattoo. “Oh. This,” he said. “It’s a folly of youth.” He sounded a little embarrassed, and he frowned, seemingly puzzled by her keen interest. She couldn’t take her eyes off the ink as she walked toward him. He raised his elbow so she could have a better look. Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V.

The tattoo I don’t remember from whence I got it. *An eagle with two heads* that’s what the tattoo is. When I asked my mother about it she didn’t provide me with an answer. My fingers graze over the tattoo for a minute longer before I fit into my socks. The tattoo is the least of my worries now. An eagle with two heads symbolizes nothing which makes me not to worry about it at all. Before long, I’m already all dressed up. Despite the fact it’s midnight I still want to step out and head to that place where I can sprinkle the whole reason behind my fear.

Even though this place was small, they had a ton of boutique stores and other stuff that would keep you entertained literally forever. After going in a few of the stores and buying a few little things I looked down at my wrist. My brand new crow tattoo stared back at me. The symbol of our new pack that we’d gotten shortly after moving here. My other wrist donned an eagle. Which was the symbol of our old pack, my home pack. Where Rachel was, where my grandfather was. I suddenly had an idea… “Mom? I’d like to get a tattoo…” I said. Mom looked at me.

I sat up slightly, clutching the blanket to my chest, watching him move. And that was when the tattoos caught me. An eagle stretched across his chest, its wings outstretched mid-flight. Smaller symbols and phrases etched around his ribs, his shoulder, disappearing down his arms They were all over the place. In a kind of way, they made him more attractive, but it wasn't the attractiveness that gripped me. It was something familiar; something I couldn't quite put my finger on. He slid his shirt over his head and I blinked out of the trance. He took his jacket next.

he told her. "Really? It might be their batch. Where is it?" Sage crossed his hands to his back, "I told Rae to visit the neighbourhood pack." "Okay, good. What does it look like?" Aurora asked as she walked after Sage who had turned to leave. "It's designed with the colour red and black with a portrayal of an eagle inscribed on it," he relayed and Aurora tried to think if she had seen something like that. "I'm sure we'll find them soon and I don't think they are from Autumn pack."

A succinct sombre chuckle escapes her before she lowly orders, "Go back to the cottage." Relieved, I stood and bowed, then sped out of the office. Phew! I live to see another day. Over my heart, an illuminated wolf paw flashed, with the initials HHC.T on the metacarpal. It will continue to blink in this manner until Heron completes the mating process, much like an ornament on a Christmas tree. After that, the imprint's emblem becomes a tattoo. It stood for Heron Hudson Carter.Tyr. His wolf branded me like a cow on a cattle farm.

Its feathers were intricately detailed, with each one a masterpiece in its own right. Darren Swanson from Eagle Tail Pack. Eagle tattoo. A thought suddenly came to me and I was petrified - The man who was trying to kill me had a tattoo shaped like an eagle on the back of his hand! Does Darren have something to do with the man who wants me dead?! I could feel the chill running down my spine. No. That can't be it. It's just a coincidence. Darren has saved me multiple times ever since he met me. If he wanted to kill me, he would have missed way too many chances to do it.

The other man seemed fazed and looked at their leader. He is a bald man, probably in his late forties or early fifties. She realized that his eagle tattoo is at the back of his left hand and the other men have eagle tattoos behind their left ear. She already killed two of them, now it’s just their boss and 1 other man. She couldn’t believe she would have to kill someone after Frank, not until this moment. She could let herself be hurt but not her parents, not in her watch. “You’re making it worst, missy,” the bald man said. She noticed his two silver front teeth.

“I want wings, but not little ones…I want the top of them to be bones and the rest to be feathers..I want them to wrap around my legs and hips to my stomach…I also want them across the backs of my arms and in between them I want two white wolves facing each other…one with a blue dragon on its left shoulder and the other with a purple dragon on its chest…and each one is to have a gold crown above with sapphire gems in the crown above the wolf with purple dragon and dark purple gems in the crown above the wolf with the blue dragon on its shoulder.“ Elleanna said as she stretched out her arms so Red could do the work. “Oh that’s a sweet tattoo….” Red said with a smile before she started working

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”