Eastern Bluebird Tattoo Novels & Stories

Dane replied dryly, batting his hands away. “Boys,” Jessica said, “you’re both pretty. Now shut up.” Surprisingly, they both did. “Look closely at his wrist, where the cloak rides up for a moment.” Caelum whispered in my ears, his hot breath fanning my cheek. I leaned closer to the screen, then like a light bulb turned on in a dark room, I could suddenly see it, a tattoo of a bird in a triangle, “Oh, I see it now!” I exclaimed excitedly.

"I like that bike and it belongs to me." Darren was tall, towering over all the soldiers in the room. Despite his rugged appearance, there was a softness to his features that hinted at a gentler side. His eyes were warm cobalt blue, and the naughty smile on the side of his lips indicated that he didn't give a fuck about everyone who would stay in his way. His arms were strong and lean, with bulging biceps and defined veins that ran the length of his forearms. But it was his back that truly caught my attention. A magnificent eagle, wings outstretched, was tattooed across his broad expanse of skin. Its feathers were intricately detailed, with each one a masterpiece in its own right.

"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.

The beast who almost managed to entice me into a lap dance that would have been appropriate for a Turkish Nights fantasy. The one with eyes that are as dark as the night sky and as blue as midnight. The black, bleeding ink of his tattoos is almost as stunning as the tattoos themselves. These vivid fever eyes of his are closed, and I wish that they remain closed for the foreseeable future. It is not necessary for them to question me in order for me to comprehend the full and terrifying significance of what has occurred here. His tattoos are quite effective. I immediately identify the American flag that is tattooed on his arm, as well as the fierce eagle that is tattooed on his breast.

By the time I lifted my gaze, Elion was already sitting in front of me just like Hael. His shirt was off his body. His back was bare and I saw his tattoo. Unlike Hael's, his were bold, colorful, and very vibrant, stretching from his shoulder blades to his lower back. It was a Phoenix. A big one. With large wings inked in gold, red, and black colours. The beak was open, as if it were screeching. Its talons extended as if it had just risen from ashes. It looked powerful, just like Elion.

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.

He had his name written just above the wolf tattoo on his back closer to his nape. She didn't think Dexter would also have a tattoo at his back just Jayden. Now she thought about it, the wolf on Jayden's back was the color of his wolf and the crescent moon tattoo on his chest. Only that Dexter didn't have a tattoo on his chest. So does that mean that Ryder also had a tattoo at his back too ? She had not see Ryder's wolf before to know the color of his wolf. Was it a wolf thing to tattoo their wolves at their backs ?

It was the tattoo on his raised hand that captivated him. Zooming in with the binoculars on Paolo's hand, a curse escaped him, and he quickly concealed himself near a wall as Paolo turned his gaze toward the building. Blaze lingered there for a while, not daring to come out. He couldn't be sure if Paolo had spotted him, but Blaze was certain that someone was watching him. Alessia, Janice, and Paolo retreated indoors, causing Blaze to exhale in relief. His thoughts circled back to the tattoo. He'd seen it before—an eagle with a cross encircled by a wolf. He was certain of that, but Blaze couldn't place where.

At the very bottom was the golden Eagle Globe and Anchor of the United States Marine Corps. On her lower back was Irish Claddagh done in Irish knots. Between the Claddagh and wings was an outline of a wolf howling at the moon. Inside the wolf was a scene from the outlook over Silver Lake where she had always gone to think as a girl. There were six smaller wolf outlines on either side of the big one. Each was a different color with two letters on them, one for each of her siblings. And even though she was no longer close with her father, on her left side was a mated pair of wolves for her parents. Behind all of it and linking it all together was an intricate blue Celtic knot. During his explo

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi