American Traditional Eagle Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Ryker asked, lifting my face to meet his gaze. I nodded. “It's a bird,” “Bird?” I repeated my brows shooting up. “Hmm. Some people say calling one bird means they have freedom. But to me, it's hope. You won't know it is a bird until you look closer. Ralph and the rest thought it was an eagle,” I leaned over and squinted my eyes at his chest. Ryker laughed. “Just tell me to take off the top. So you can see clearly.” In one moment, he took off the top shirt. The clear tattoo came into view. And I looked closer. “It's a bird,” My eyes lit up. “Yes, it is. I like them to think that it is an eagle. But I know what it is,”

He said and she swallowed hard. “What are these?” The tattoos were of several animals, some of them lunging, some snarling, some roaring and some resting. The tattoos were entrancing, something about them compelling. She felt like those eyes were alive, following her every movement. She touched a hand to the tattoo that was directly over his heart and he sucked in a breath at the touch of her fingers, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “I know this one.” She whispered. It was the same eagle that had saved her in Bare bones realm.

His hair was messy yet it made him look hot, I caught some of the maids drooling over him. This was the first time I was noticing the small tattoo of an eagle on his neck. I cleared my throat and walked towards him. "I am ready." I announced. Stephen took his eyes off the screen of his phone. He eyed me from head to toe and flashed me a small smile. "You look pretty." He blurted out.

Gildeon followed his gaze and saw a strange sigil glowing faintly beneath the skin. But something else drew Gildeon’s attention. An owl tattoo on the other arm. The design was almost identical to Arah’s—stylized in the same way. It wasn’t a sigil, but real ink. When Gildeon activated his dragon vision, it shimmered faintly with blue light. Magical. And familiar. “Captain,” Eitan said, hesitant, “should we kill him?” Gildeon glanced at Yadira. Her beast form was locked in fury, but he shook his head.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

She slipped through the shed door and her shadow fell over her brother’s tattooed back, Jed’s ornate rendering of an eagle spread from shoulder to shoulder. Eagles always fascinated him. The species escaped extinction because of their tenacity and could carry four times their own weight. She knew Jed admired the eagle’s speed and loyalty to its young, he’d said so many times over. He got the tattoo two years ago when he was twenty-three in a cheap Melbourne parlor, and when he came home from his trip, their father said how much he hated it, said it made him look like a thug. However, the eagle was Jed’s baby; the needle and its sting sew them together forever.

She watched as Chase made a lean-to. He abandoned his shirt and Christine couldn't help admiring his sweat slicked body while he worked. To her utter amazement she discovered he had a tattoo of an eagle on his back. It seemed to be flying as his back muscles moved. "If you're done eye fucking me, could you please gather some of those palm leaves?" he said, mildly. Christine's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe her ears. "I did not - Ugh. I can't believe you just said that." She stomped off to get what he asked.

He also has a tiger tattoo on his arm. Ashton noticed it so he shifted the position and now Ashton is lying on the bed and Lilly is sitting on him. Lilly roamed her hand on his eagle tattoo and said while staring at the tattoo " You know whenever I see your tattoos I feel like they are inviting me to touch them " " I am thinking of having one more tattoo, " Ashton said, putting his hand on Lilly's waist. Lilly looked at him and said worriedly " Doesn't it hurts " " Nothing can hurt me baby " Ashton said looking into her beautiful eyes and that's when Lilly kissed on his eagle tattoo.

Now his body is a visual buffet and the motherfucker is all you can eat. Like most of the guys our age, he's got tattoos. In fact he's got an impressive chest piece of an eagle. One night when he'd been drunk, he'd admitted he got it right before he went to war. Something they could identify him by if things went tits up. I'd wanted to tell him that's what his dog tags were for, but he'd been so serious about it, I didn't want to break his heart. Not to say that I don't like it. It's one of the hottest things about him. The way he wears it like a badge of honor. When he's shirtless, like he is now, like he has been for days, I want to lick it and claim it as mine.