Eastern Bluebird Tattoo Novels & Stories

He gently tilted my head sideways and I immediately heard myself gasp upon seeing the blue moving dragon tattoo just below my left ear. "Since when did I have this? I've never seen this before!" I said panicking while caressing the blue mark. "Of course you didn't. The first time this mark appeared was during your birth, and then it vanished and just reappeared after you became an adult." Cool patiently explained. I stared at the mark lying below my left ear. The dragon was moving, as if it was swimming. "Cool," I called out, not taking my gaze off my mark. "Hmm?"

Her reason had already evaporated. That was when Belle’s half-lidded gaze caught something on Bastian’s left hip. The skin there was still red and irritated, where the tattoo artist had just injected fresh black ink. A small silhouette was etched there. A sparrow with its wings spread. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new tattoo, then lifted her gaze back to Bastian with stunned disbelief. “You… tattooed that?” she whispered. Her finger trembled as she pointed toward Bastian’s hip without daring to touch it. “On your body?”

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.

She explains, looking at Ed adoringly. The door down the hall clicks open and a bare chested Adrian, carrying his t-shirt in his hand comes walking towards us, his entire stomach is covered in cling wrap, to protect the new tattoo he just had done and as he gets closer the design becomes clear, a stunning purple winged bird, in flight spread out on the right side of his stomach. "Wow," I exclaim, running up to Adrian to get a closer look at the design. The details are incredible; it looks so realistic. "That's amazing. What type of bird is it?"

I heave out a humourless chuckle. She leads me towards the couch and I look down to stare at the tattoo on her hands. It mesmerizes me the second I saw it, it’s electric blue and a lot larger than every other elemental out there. I included. 2 large lightning bolts are carved on the sides of her hands, starting from her wrists all the down to her elbows, and both ends of the bolts are connected to the other through a white line.

He just stared. His eyes lingered on her face and then it worked its way through her body. He found an image, more like a tattoo which was on her arm. It looked more like a bird published with blue colour, which had a horn in the middle of its head and a tail of many feathers. Its beak was indescribable and would not really be seen due to the way the colours were outlined. This tattoo reminded him of a story his mother told him. An all too familiar story.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself, bouncing slightly on his thighs, stifling a small moan when I felt his shaft harden behind my ass crack. “What about this one?” I leaned forward, squinting at a tattoo I hadn’t noticed before. It looked like a bird… or a dead bird, etched under his bicep. The ink was rough and fuzzy, like it had been done in a rush… no like it was done by a toddler. Adrian glanced at it, then quickly looked away. I didn’t miss the slight expression that flashed across his face. “It’s nothing,” he responded too fast. I leaned closer, mouthing the words written beneath it.

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"