Guardian Owl Owl Neck Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.

"Out of all the things I could have been, I'm reincarnated as an oversized chicken with night vision. And save a villain? Pur-lease, more like become his midnight snack." The system chimed again 'New quest generated: survive until you meet the villain' "Survive?" I hooted angrily, nearly falling off my branch. "I'm trying to do that. I don't even know how to fly." Before I could whine any further, a low menacing hoot echoed from above the trees. Out of nowhere, another owl swooped down, it's golden eyes gleaming like it had just its spotted dinner and that dinner is me. "Oh shit, you've got to be kidding me" I hooted angrily.

Owl doesn't remember her so soon? "Mr. Owl, I'm Kim's friend!" She is not willing to give up in the heart, holding the man's arm. The Warlord frowned impatiently, but his eyes unexpectedly fell on her wrist. That touch of green elegant color, his face darken. Why did this fly wearing his grandmother relic? He just looked at Jane, pretend to recognized the identity of other party, "Is it you?" "Kim is my good friend." Seeing that the man had an impression of herself, Jane quickly restrained her excitement and thrills, showed a look of sadness. "Mr. Owl, I heard that your grandfather had an operation today, so..."

‘Okay, okay. ‘I’m just resting, you should too’ I nodded. ****** The gray wolf approaches me, hazel eyes, Drake. He stopped in front of me as he checked his left paw. I walked to him and looked under his fur, and there it was, just as he told me, printed on his ring finger was a tattoo with the design of our rings. I ran my thumbs over the print, seeing it made me happy. He bent down and gently nudges me, telling me to get on his back.

Even though this place was small, they had a ton of boutique stores and other stuff that would keep you entertained literally forever. After going in a few of the stores and buying a few little things I looked down at my wrist. My brand new crow tattoo stared back at me. The symbol of our new pack that we’d gotten shortly after moving here. My other wrist donned an eagle. Which was the symbol of our old pack, my home pack. Where Rachel was, where my grandfather was. I suddenly had an idea… “Mom? I’d like to get a tattoo…” I said. Mom looked at me.

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.

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head