Bluebird Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple. Lilly believes that their tattoos symbolize both her and her mates. Flowers and the moon, as well as the vines of the trees, were the symbols of the forest that witnessed their sacred ritual. She caressed their bite marks on both sides of her neck and chest. She also got their mark. “This tattoo indicates that we belong to you. We are stronger because our soul is complete and so are you.” Luca said and Lilly smiled. “Will I be that strong too? You know that I don’t have any power at all. I still feel guilty about Blue Moon getting Luna like me." Lilly said sadly.

“I can do that. I mean, you’ve seen him. Don’t you think he’s just the sexiest guy ever?” I cringed at thinking of Blue as sexy. Of course, I didn’t find anyone other than Cillian attractive now. “Whatever floats your boat.” “He has a tattoo,” Kenzie said in a hushed tone. “It’s a wave.” “I noticed when you brought him back to the house. And that makes sense. He seems to be keen about being near the ocean.” “Of course, that’s just one more thing that’s blocking us,” Kenzie mumbled. “How does having a tattoo separate you?”

He trailed off, his eyes darkening slightly. The conversation paused as I glanced at Bryon. He is very easygoing, and with a perpetual smirk that made it hard to take him seriously sometimes. But now, my gaze caught on the large phoenix tattoo that stretched across the left side of his chest. Wow I blinked. I haven’t seen Bryon shirtless before, but he didn’t seem like the type to have a tattoo, let alone one so big. It was a large phoenix, and the drawing was detailed, its wings stretched as if mid-flight with orange flames licking at its tail feathers.

He shifted so that she could look at his back. Sybil reached up and touched the design that looked like a deep black tattoo between his shoulder blades. It was a circle like the others she saw. The interior crossing designs that came to the edge and from what she’d been told all held meaning. It was a mark of their bond, their souls and a blessing of the moon goddess. She noticed that some of the lines spilled outside the circle unlike others she saw. Small little curls that reminded her of ivy stems. It was beautiful to her. Aries suppressed a shiver as her hands touched him. One moving over the design and it immediately made his body jump. He looked at her over his shoulder. “I wish to see

“You see? I have a butterfly of my own!” It was located just to the side of my collarbone, so that it wouldn’t be visible even if I wore short sleeves. It was tiny, but the butterfly was gorgeously inked with wings that were blue at the top that faded to green at the bottom wings. “My middle name is Caria, which is a species of butterfly as well. So I got the tattoo made with special colored ink.” The honk of a car horn told me that my mother was here to pick me up. Shoving the pendant into his hands, I got up from the stairs and dusted myself off.

The question was asked between the both of them and I didn’t think any of them had the answer. “I think I brought you here.” The other lady said, pointing to her hand. There, there was a kind of tattoo there but it surely wasn’t a tattoo. I looked at the second one and she also had a tattoo on her hand. I became confused. Which one of them is Aurora, my mate? Because Aurora doesn’t have these kinds of tattoos on her hand. Both of them had similar blue raindrop tattoos. It looked beautiful. I don’t think I have ever seen a tattoo that was this clean and magnificent before.

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

Violet asks, face scrunching up in confusion as she turns to the woman perched up on the counter, unbothered as she flips through a book of designs. Leona shrugs. “Why not?” “Because, why?” “Because, why not?” She repeats, giving her a sharp look. “What’s your problem with birds?” “I don’t have a problem with birds-“ “Really? ‘Cause it kind of sounds like you do.” Leo disagrees. “I don’t.” Violet defends. “I just think there are better tattoo ideas. Especially for Liviana, who would really suit a rose tattoo or one of a lily- her favorite flower. Isn’t it your favorite flower?”

"That's the best I can do for you." "I don't know who they are—" The spy pursed her lips, dragging down the collar of her shirt to reveal a blood red tattoo of a bird. "This is their symbol." Elsa moved closer so as to get a better look. The bird had its wings fully spread, majestically soaring into the skies like a king. 'What specie of bird is this?' She thought to herself.

She had a tattoo of a little blue bird on her ribs that I hadn’t noticed before. Tracing the delicate wing with my fingertip, I asked, “What does this represent?” “It’s an Australian Fairy Wren. My parents were big into ornithology, hence mine and my brother’s names.” She looked down at the tattoo. “It reminds me of them.” I leaned forward to kiss it. She shivered, her hands coming to rest in my hair. I drifted my mouth lower down her stomach, kissing her hip bones and the top of her mound. Her hips flexed into my mouth when I did that, and I smiled.