Guardian Owl Owl Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Gosh 😁he sure knows how to make me weak with his words I didn't want him to see my heated cheek and I did the only option on my list,I buried my head in the side of his neck,I could hear him crack a bit. My eyes landed on the green head of wolf tattoo on his neck and I felt like touching it and my hands went there rummaging the drawing,it has black eyes and it's face look so innocent I could swear I felt Gael jerked when I brushed my hands past the tattoo. I was forced to ask."what's the meaning of this tattoo?I asked and he pulled me more closer to me, closing the little space within us.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

He said and she swallowed hard. “What are these?” The tattoos were of several animals, some of them lunging, some snarling, some roaring and some resting. The tattoos were entrancing, something about them compelling. She felt like those eyes were alive, following her every movement. She touched a hand to the tattoo that was directly over his heart and he sucked in a breath at the touch of her fingers, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “I know this one.” She whispered. It was the same eagle that had saved her in Bare bones realm.

Then a searing pain rips up my arm and he must feel it too as he cries out, but neither of us can let go. Then underneath the red woven bracelet, on my skin, I see a chain of black crescent moons circling my wrist. They are just the outline of a crescent and only a few millimeters in height, but there is no mistake that I now have a tattoo around my wrist. Looking at Oliver’s hand where we are still connected he has the same ring around his wrist. “What the hell was that Bitty?” He doesn’t let go, just looks surprised. “No Idea. It didn’t do that when I did the exact same incantation for Lil and Jena.”

He is gorgeous to behold. He had a tattoo on his right pectoral of a wolf howling. That continued down his upper arm to a forest scene, with a dark-haired woman kneeling amongst a black wolf, two gray wolves, and a solid white wolf. The woman appeared familiar to me, but I didn’t get the best look. There was another tattoo below it that encased his forearm in a skull with an ornate feather headdress. There was a black tribal bracelet tattooed around his wrist, and on the top of each finger were unique wooden arrows. Not one arrow was the same. On his other hand was a dream catcher with various feathers on his fingers.

When she finally stepped out, droplets sliding down her thighs, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly swollen from biting them too hard. Her eyes were glassy with something unspoken. And when she turned, she saw it again — the mark on her left hip. A tattoo - like crest. Etched into her skin like a brand. It shimmered faintly in the light, elegant yet powerful. A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle.

On the slender neck stood a graceful-looking fox with a stunning pair of eyes holding a blue sclera and sharp red pupils that emitted such pressure that could make one’s hair stand and even more astonishing was the glowing seven tails which stood majestically behind his back leisurely swaggering in the air while others caringly caressed the elf. A slight shimmer of red flashed behind the elf’s neck and on closer inspection one could see the conspicuous-looking red flower tattooed across the fox’s belly. Its presence in the dense of white made it even more glaring and with just a glance everyone was able to confirm that this truly was the GUARDIAN. OF THE ELVES

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.

She had only glimpsed parts of it before, but even from across the room she could see the design. A two-headed eagle. “What?” He followed her stare and looks down at his tattoo. “Oh. This,” he said. “It’s a folly of youth.” He sounded a little embarrassed, and he frowned, seemingly puzzled by her keen interest. She couldn’t take her eyes off the ink as she walked toward him. He raised his elbow so she could have a better look. Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V.

The wind swept up his smoky white hair from his forehead and I saw the purple triskelion guardian symbol glowed. Yep, he had leveled up. Oddly, he glanced at me with disappointment. “You are wrong, Kókkino. I do not have you as yet.” He lowered his hands and glanced at the mate mark on my neck. Gold outlined the mark of a red wolf sitting inside a full Sturgeon moon, biting a sword, with a Celtic Dara knot on its forehead and a Claddagh ring crowning her head. Naturally, her side bore Valen's initials, VVW.