Easy Hourglass Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

MOONMARK INK is etched in bold, faded letters next to it. A blue neon OPEN sign flickers in the large glass window. And because I can’t see through the glass, I have no idea how many people might be inside. I take a few deep breaths, steadying myself before pulling a handful of papers from my bag that have different sizes of the same tattoo design etched on them. A bleeding heart. Just enough detail to mask the faint red tint of the mark without drawing attention. Squaring my shoulders, I walk toward the shop and push open the door.

He smiled softly, and his hand began to move with purpose. Sean bit his lower lip in concentration as he began to draw. The pencil glided across the paper, forming a figure — a faceless boy standing tall with both arms lifted skyward, as if holding up the sun. Above him, the sun glowed large and round, radiant beams extending outward in warm shades of yellow and orange. The surrounding scene shimmered with gentle light, like a dream captured on paper. Time slipped by unnoticed. Outside the studio window, the sun was already dipping toward the horizon, casting golden rays that filtered into the room. Yvo, glancing at his watch, finally spoke.

He pointed to the top of the page, then pointed at me. "You want me to draw something?" I asked. Noah nodded firmly. I thought about it for a second, then pressed the marker to the paper. I didn't draw a building or a blueprint. I drew a small, cozy cottage surrounded by a sprawling garden, with a big oak tree in the front yard. It was a simple design, the kind of house I used to dream about building before Tristan and Sienna tore my career apart.

I walked to the shop and Joey followed. "Hello beautiful, may I help you?" "Can you draw me a rain drops?" I asked. "Rain drops?" Joey asked "Yeah." They guy who drew the tattoo nod. "Where so you want me to draw?" He asked. "My right shoulders" I wore a loose dress so I can easily slip my hand through it and let the guy draw it on my shoulder. "You want to get some?" I asked him and he nodded. "What do you want him to draw?" "A star with a number one in it."

The drawing slowly took shape in the sandbox. As Ezra finished the last stroke, Vivienne stared blankly. The drawing he had made was blurry yet familiar to her. It resembled the kind of drawing she used to love making as a child, with bells, sunflowers, a large vase, a small round table, princess-style floral curtains, and a room filled with toys... It was like a design she had drawn for Ezra's villa, but the only difference was that her design had a professional touch, while the one Ezra drew in the sand was completely childlike.

I sit back on my heels, the sandy floor of the cave cool beneath my fingers. Could it be the same woman? The thought of it runs a shiver through me, and I begin to draw on the cave's floor, my fingers tracing lines in the sand. The picture takes shape slowly. There's an eye, wide and unblinking, surrounded by a cascade of white hair that seems to glow even in the dim light of the cave. Veils drape around the figure, obscuring everything but the intense gaze that seems to pierce through the shadows. Around the central figure, I sketch other elements—abstract shapes that might be keys, or perhaps stars, their arrangement cryptic and deliberate. The entire drawing feels charged with eerie energ

The third attendant dipped the brush into the molten ashes and looked at us both as if they were trying to figure something out. Whatever it was, when she was done, she began to draw on the right side of Ayame's right wrist. The brand was no bigger than two inches tall, one inch wide. She drew a simple, elegant crescent moon, a three-tongued flame between its points and a dainty little diamond in the middle of the flames. It was so small and yet held so much power, so much weight.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

I observed how his broad back and shoulders are flaunted in his gray shirt. I sketched a few lines and created more shadows to draw his sharp nose. Using my ring finger I delicately blend the shadings I created for a smooth look. And then I made a middle line and above it I draw the upper lips and bring more shadings with the lower lips. I observed my work and wrote in the blank space at the bottom; Who are you? I close my eyes to sleep and begin to dream about him. In my dream he is riding his bicycle. He drives a few blocks away from the house where I reside. I observed him looking for a direction. It appears to me like he is lost.

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.