Eastern Bluebird Tattoo Novels & Stories

He had caught me checking him out! "It's time for dinner, come downstairs." He said and swerved to leave, his back faced me my eyes got a peek of a tattoo, it was the drawing of a scorpion and it was blue. I figures out it was a symbol of his mafia since it was The Blue scorpion. He stopped and veered around to face me.

Perhaps the recent events were showing her a rather depressing answer. She just smiled down at the eagle tattoo that she had on her right wrist. It had the savanna skyline wrapped around like the band, while the eagle head was in the center. The lion tattoo on Gryphon’s arm did survive long enough for it to show properly, and she hoped for it to stay as long as it would. Ten years more… and perhaps, along with their wedding vows, they could retouch their wedding tattoos.

That is, if you ignored her beauty and sensuality. As Sharon greeted me, sunlight from one of the hallway windows illuminated her arm for a moment. That’s when something caught my attention. When she extended her hand to greet me, her sleeve lifted slightly, revealing a small tattoo on her wrist. A blue falcon. My stomach churned instantly. That same bird was the symbol of the gang that had recently threatened me. The mark was unmistakable. But how could she have something like that? This was too much of a coincidence.

Darius shot his brother a scathing look, but Draven didn't flinch. “What tattoo?” Darius pressed, his voice cold. I wiped off the tears hastily and cleared my throat as I forced myself to speak. I needed to save him. “They normally have a red bird tattoo. The man I saw had it, if he's one of them he would have the tattoo behind his ears,” I answered. Darius frowned and stared at his guards, giving them a curt nod. I watched as they searched my father, yanking his head to the side and pulling at his collar for any sign of a tattoo but there was nothing.

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

“That was fast.” “Mom sent me,” I swallow, my heart racing already. “I told her I wanted to get a back tattoo, nothing big, just three butterflies of different sizes lined up in flight and beside each I want the last two digits of mine, London, and Blair’s birth year written. So that's nine five, zero two, and zero six..” He nods once, eyes drifting down my body for a second before flicking back to my face. “Alright, follow me out back, let’s get you set up.”

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

“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?”

“Master Blair, see if she’s the person you’ve been looking for all along.” Blair was emotionless as he studied the tattoo on the woman’s back. He finally spoke after a long moment of silence. “No.” The tattoo on the woman’s back was the same as Liv’s, but the color was different. Blair remembered distinctly that the peach blossoms on Liv’s tattoo were pink and lifelike. He had never seen a tattoo that exquisite and perfect. Dick looked at Blair in shock. “Are you sure?” Blair nodded. Other than the tattoo being the wrong color, although Liv was blindfolded that night, he knew she was not blonde.