Guardian Owl Owl Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

I kept my gaze on Anna, admiring her like she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and she was. I stared at her body and back to her eyes to say, "You're so beautiful, Anna," and started kissing her down her neck once again, only this time she didn't stay idle and helped me out of my shirt, her eyes immediately locked onto the tattoo on my right arm. The tattoo was of an eagle with open wings and designs crossing over its beautiful feathers. She seemed always to be intrigued by that tattoo for some reason.

Asher hollowing deep in the back of my mind. “AAHHH!! What the fuck is that!?” Hunter almost falls into me as he backs away from the metal guardrail. I turn and see a large barn owl perched on the metal, completely unaffected by our presents. It was so unusual to see an owl this close up and so random. The colors of the feathers were unusual as well. They vaguely looked familiar for some reason. The owl flapped and preened its autumn color feathers as it continued to stare at each one of us. Its large yellow eyes glow against the moonlight. I breathed in and could faintly smell the most perfect scent in my life. The wonderful smell of spiced cider and orange. My heart raced wildly in my ches

“It’s time they knew the cost of silence.” And as Elias Hawke turned to leave, the camera caught one last thing: A tattoo on his wrist — a hawk in flight, split by a dagger.

Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix. The tattoo was incredible, and I knew the magic Gerald possessed played a large role in the tattoo. The colors were bright against my pale skin. Shimmering shades of scarlet, orange, yellow, and gold intertwined and mixed within the spread wings of the phoenix. What surprised me most were its eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green, an exact replica of my own. Just as I pulled on my t-shirt, Gerald came back into the tent. I watched as he cleaned the surrounding area and tidied up his work station.

I heard him say to her once their lips parted. “I missed you too, babe. I just put dinner on the table, go wash up.” She said. He turned with her in his arms and looked at me. “Rayne, I see you’ve met my mate, Jae. Join us for dinner?” He asked. It was only then that I realized that both of them shared the same mark. Perched on the Wolf's neck, right where his shoulder met the curve of his collarbone, was a delicate, deep orange dove in mid-flight, its wings outstretched and frozen in time. Beneath the dove, two circles intertwined, forming an elegant, harmonious design.

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.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th

He didn't have any glasses today, because he had taken the advice of Finlay and visited one of the pack doctors to get his eyes treated. The council of elders joined their heads together and came up with yet another powerful question. "Alpha Finlay tattooed a red scorpion on his back, a symbol of integrity, strength, and humility, do you have that tattoo? You cannot tell us you had it removed." Ophelia's eyes widened in their sockets because she suspected that this man didn't have that tattoo. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, there was no response from him. She counted to twenty and flickered her eyes open when murmurings erupted within the crowd.

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.