Quetzal Bird Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Alexis sighed in relief. Alexis looked at Zylo then creased her forehead when she something on Zylo's neck. She stared at it seriously. "W-wait! What the fuck are you doing?!" Zylo exclaimed. "When did you put this tatoo in your neck?" Alexis asked. Zylo creased his forehead then held his neck. Alexis grabbed her mirror from her bag then showed the tattoo. Zylo's eyes widen when he saw the tattoo from his neck. It looks like a black circle with a small white circle in the middle.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

Pate looked at the sheet of paper with a gold wax stamp and an eagle print on his desk. The color and emblem of this wax stamp are Raltz's, and of course, this letter means it's from Raltz. Each clan does have its color and symbol. The symbol is presented using animals, which are bird groups, and colors that also represent the animal. The Haltz clan has the Phoenix bird as their emblem and red as their clan's official color. While Raltz has an eagle with gold color. While Waltz, they have a black crow.

She gasped and covered her mouth. Alejandro looked at her. “That tattoo. How did you get it?” she asked. “From a tattoo artist?” “It's a wolf.” “No, a dog. The symbol of The Lucien Brothers,” he stated but Avril did not believe him. She did not want to believe Alejandro was completely ordinary, even though he was.

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

Its body was coiled around the dove, not constricting, but rather embracing it. The stake that pierced the dove's heart was adorned with a delicate filigree, resembling the threads of a DNA helix. As you gazed closer, the tattoo revealed more nuances. The dove's wings seemed to morph into tendrils, while the cobra's scales appeared to shift into molecular structures.

"But Patricia doesn't have the scroll." My eyes widened, before I could ask another question, she stepped back and looked at Azrael. He immediately understood, his gaze shifted briefly toward the camera in the room. Without saying a word, he walked to a spot outside its view. Then he turned his back to us, slowly he pulled off his shirt. I stared at the massive bird tattoo stretched across almost his entire back. Every feather was detailed so perfectly that it looked alive. Luna Elsa leaned toward me once more. "That's the scroll," she whispered.

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

Once again, my question is greeted with silence. I stare at him and the silence stretches on. Torture isn’t my go to method. And it’s usually Lucas who deals with that part. I study his exposed arms and chest. Ted really just stripped the man to his waist. Did he expect me to whip him into answering my questions? My eyes settle on a small tattoo on his right shoulder. It’s an insignia of a bird with its wings spread. One that I’ve seen before. My eyes narrow, “What does the Order of Eternity mean to you?” That gets a reaction.