Owl Tattoos For Men Novels & Stories

“What’s going on?” He pointed towards two people seated across from each other. One of them was a werewolf I recognized from school, known for his artistic talents. He was holding a multi-needle tool, dipping it into dark blue ink. He was in the middle of giving the other person sitting across from him a tattoo. The other guy was from school to and his face a mix of pain and pride. Wow. “This is a werewolf tradition,” Liam explained. “On Halloween, we get our first tattoos using this ancient method. It’s been passed down through generations.”

"Tell me what you want, Owen." "I want to see you," Owen gasped. "Take your shirt off." Jax pulled back and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, yanking it over his head in one swift motion. Owen stared. Jax's body was incredible. His chest was broad and deeply muscled, covered in a mat of dark hair that trailed down over his hard stomach. His arms were thick, the biceps swollen, and colorful tattoos covered both arms from the shoulders down to the wrists. A large eagle spread across his right pectoral, its wings stretching toward his shoulder.

Gildeon followed his gaze and saw a strange sigil glowing faintly beneath the skin. But something else drew Gildeon’s attention. An owl tattoo on the other arm. The design was almost identical to Arah’s—stylized in the same way. It wasn’t a sigil, but real ink. When Gildeon activated his dragon vision, it shimmered faintly with blue light. Magical. And familiar. “Captain,” Eitan said, hesitant, “should we kill him?” Gildeon glanced at Yadira. Her beast form was locked in fury, but he shook his head.

His tattoos glow brighter than any measly light in the hall, and I have to squint against him to properly watch what is happening. The pale-haired man roars, throwing another bolt of shadow, but the same thing happens: a rip in Axel’s shirt, and then it bounces back. “Holy shit,” Liana mutters. Now in tatters, the shirt slides off Axel’s shoulders. His toned chest and back glow with golden tattoos. Pale-faced Olivia presses her hands to his chest. I can’t determine if the look on her face is stunned, terrified, or a secret third thing—some sort of awe and affection for Axel.

“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.”

I don't think arrows twitch like that. That night, Oliver lay in his small, cramped apartment. The rent was overdue. The student loan emails were piling up. He needed an escape. He pulled out his phone and opened Tinder. He didn't use his real face, just a photo of his torso in a tight t-shirt. His profile name was simply "Oli." Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left. Then, he paused. A profile popped up. User: X. 28 years old. There was no face. Just a photo of a man's chest and abs, taken in a mirror. The body was incredible, broad shoulders, defined obliques, and veins running down muscular arms. He was wearing dark sunglasses in the second photo, sitting by a pool at night.

Juan stood up and said, “Boss, you guys can carry on with the drink. I’ll be back soon.” “Go ahead.” The trio walked toward the man named Samiul while Tyr and the others continued to drink and chat. A group of malicious-looking big men with their arms covered in tattoos walked up to them in bustling haste almost ten minutes later. Their leader was a robust bald man, the pattern of an Eight Directionals Wheel tattooed on his head. His chest was tattooed with a Hanuman.

”He gave me a knowing wink, and heat rushed to my cheeks before I could stop it. “Back off, Vale," Lucien growled, stepping forward. That gave me just enough space to glance at the other shirtless men in front of me. Each of them had a moon crest tattooed just below their breast. Were all werewolf men this handsome? Vale gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like Lucien had just broken his heart. "We both know I’m strictly into the tall, broody men who look like they could ruin my life and furniture.“ He puckered his lips and blew Lucien a slow, exaggerated kiss.

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.

Raven nodded her head, “Thank you. I’ll do my best at serving.” *** Oliver entered his father’s office with Claire. “What do you need father?” Stefen had his sleeves rolled up displaying his wolf tattoo and a Lotus. Their pack name. There were screens on the back wall displaying the VIP room, which Oliver despised. He’ll get rid of it one of these days, he already had plans started to do so. They were all rich and nasty bastards. Any chance he got, he’d give some of the girls money to run away and hide. Lately, they started noticing the girls leaving, and started keeping them closer.