Eastern Bluebird Tattoo Novels & Stories

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

It’s pathetic, I know, but in my mind, I’ve always been his and to be with someone else just felt wrong. I run my fingers over his newest tattoo. It’s a beautiful tattoo on his forearm of a Quetzal with long vibrant tail feathers. Every trip he goes on that he really enjoys, he gets a tattoo to commemorate it. This latest one was from his trip to Costa Rica where he went bungee jumping. My favorite is the one from our trip. He took me with him to a ski lodge last year and taught me how to snowboard. There had been this beautiful barn owl that seemed to follow us around. He’d perch on the branch of a tree and watch as I mostly fell on my ass. When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo

Our date was at the Blue Moon bar. Just like in my dream, there she was at the table in front of me, I never felt so lucky in my life. She was dressed in her favourite light blue dress with a silver purse. With her by my side, I will climb every mountain to be here again. Without her around, there will be no destination at the end of my journey. I find hope, trust, and faith every time I looked at her. Whilst passing her the glass of champagne, I noticed a mark on her wrist. It was a symbolic tattoo that I have never seen before.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

As soon as the emotion crossed his eyes, it was smothered—forced down until I could no longer see it. “Looks like were free to go, kitten.” Atlas murmured, standing from his seat with little more than a glance in my direction. I watched in silence as he slipped on some of the winter clothes. As he peeled his shirt from his body and turned my way, I quickly averted my gaze. His low chuckle was confirmation that he noticed me staring. I managed to catch a glance at the tattoo that covered his back and shoulder. It was a dragon, its body winding up his lower back and onto his shoulders. The detail was incredible, each individual scale seemed to flicker and shine. The dragon's eyes were narrowed

The tattoo image was at the peak of perfection and it almost seems as if both scorpions are gonna come alive at will. On a closer look, one would discover that both scorpions were different in color. One is Red and the other one is Dark-blueish color. Both young men were so charming that they could stop any lady and cause them to look at them several times. But one of them look younger and he was three years younger than the first guy. On the left hand of the Elder, brother was a red scorpion, and on the left arm of the younger was a tattoo of a dark blueish Scorpion.

She smeared the cream carefully, but would not refrain from simply staying still for too long. For the blessed time she was again drawn to the tattoo on Abihirt's body. An eagle... as the man had once told her, but Moreau was sure there was some purpose where the pattern of the left wing seemed to be hiding something. Or perhaps her vision was visualizing things differently, so it was better to continue the conversation that was hanging in the air.

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.

“When did you get that tattoo?” From the few undone buttons, I could see dark blue ink marks spread across his chest. It looked like the tail of an animal, but it was faint, and the rest of the drawing was covered by his shirt. I was so sure it was a tattoo, and that was an unusual development. He smirked and slowly pulled out his shirt so I could see the tattoo. Slowly, my eyes ran up his chest, and the drawing began to make sense. The tail I had seen was that of a snake, but its head was in the mouth of an eagle.

The sleeves are short and puffed, adding a touch of sweetness to my overall appearance. My dark blue blazer features the same golden emblem on the chest pocket as Alonzo, symbolizing my connection to Celestia Academy and my commitment to learning and growth. The blazer is fitted with a slightly flared silhouette, accentuating my tiny waist and emphasizing my bright, curious spirit.