Dandelion Tattoo Birds Meaning Novels & Stories

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

I had always asked my father why I was born with tattoos on my body but he always evaded my question. Now that I look at the fancy drawing on my whole arm, something keeps niggling at the back of my head as I tried to recall where I saw something that looked like that. And then it hit me. The bird in my dream! Yes! The tattoo looked just like the gigantic bird when it spread its large wings and flew into the sky. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of things but I was still blank. I don't know what the bird was or if there’s even a bird like that in the world but it felt real.

she called out and I hummed titling my head to look at her. "What does the tattoo on your back mean?" She asked as my hands moved around her waist, laying in her lap. "The names are the people close to me I lost, the crown above the names represents the value they held in my life and the wings symbolizes prayers for peace and happiness," I replied "When did you get it?" "I started it when I was 17 and lost my bestfriend in a drive by and the names gradually increased as life went on," "I'm sorry about that,"

"The tattoo on the man who held them captive. The man who... who might have killed Nathan and... and Hero's parents.” "Okay, slow down," Kristina said, her tone gentle. "You said you knew the person? What are you talking about?" "The red dragon," I repeated, my hands shaking. "But it's not just a dragon. It's... it's symbolic. It has wings folded along the wolf's back, and a crown hovering above. The wolf... it's like it's becoming a dragon. Like it's going to be a ruler.” Kristina nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on mine. "Okay. That's... that's a very specific image. Where did you see this tattoo?"

“Is there an organization with Eagle, Falcon or Hawk in their name?” Ben thought seriously before shaking his head “I haven’t heard but that it not to say there isn’t. Why?” “If I had to guess, I would say these people belong to a gang or an organization or a cult that has something to do with one of those birds and a diamond or a wonky hexagon.” Dana pressed her lips into a tight line as she sat back. “Let me ask Ed. He is more current with these affairs. Why did you ask?” Dana pointed at the sketches “Look at the sketches. Its like a jigsaw puzzle. Each tattoo has a part… one looks like an eye, another beak, another part of a wing...”

nightmares. Many times, it is easy to push the gory images blurring my vision by focusing on the bird tattoo etched on my wrist, other times, the bird does nothing but aggravates the demons. Demons fighting for my soul, the only thing I have left. They feed on my fears and tears, leaving me a shaken mess. I would do anything to bury my memories.

She sniffled, trying to regain control. “When I felt I could move forward, I got the tattoo. The butterfly is a harlequin I remember chasing with my siblings in Puerto Rico. Butterflies are supposed to symbolize hope and transformation. The flowers are the white plumeria native to Puerto Rico and symbolize love and new beginnings.” She explained. “That’s beautiful and fitting.” I nodded. “Thanks…” she sighed as she leaned her head against me. “I haven’t told anyone, other than my therapist, that before. It feels good to tell someone else.”

“Yes what?” “Yes s-sir.” I shivered, my orbs scanning his chest which heaved in lust. Ink covering his body. The type of ink you could trace your fingers on. His tattoos were beautiful and elegant. My eyes latched on a specific tattoo on his collarbone, -- Wings embedded in a thorny rose. And a writing just beneath it which said, -- Alis volat propriis. I wonder what it means? Humming, his darkened greys met mine again. The hand which was on my waist now slowly travelled towards my ass.

"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.

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.