Quetzal Bird Tattoo Novels & Stories

It’s now a white dove, wings out, soaring. “It’s a symbol of freedom, peace, purity, and hope, because you are all those things, Ashley, and I never want you to forget that.” Jackson unwraps the bandage on the inside of his wrist. He’d gotten a tattoo a few days ago. He’d told me he’d show me later, refusing to let me have a peek. My gaze flies to the spot where his own brand was. Now there's a dove, double the size of mine, but in his, in bright blue letters, right in the middle, he has the word Ashley written in a pretty font. My gaze connects to his, and I burst into tears.

"That's the best I can do for you." "I don't know who they are—" The spy pursed her lips, dragging down the collar of her shirt to reveal a blood red tattoo of a bird. "This is their symbol." Elsa moved closer so as to get a better look. The bird had its wings fully spread, majestically soaring into the skies like a king. 'What specie of bird is this?' She thought to herself.

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.

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.

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

“As my daughter, you’re an elemental conjurer. Being elemental is hereditary, and there is no way the blood-” “I’m not talking about me inheriting your abilities, I’m talking about me being here in my condition. If I am an elemental conjurer like you, I’ll most likely be a fire or air conjurer.” I frown, staring at the tattoos on his bare hands. The familiar tattoo of a flaming dragon is coiled around one wrist, while on the other is a tattoo of a white bird resting on the top of his palm, underneath the bird is a white line of strings flowing down to coil three times around his wrist before moving up to connect with the rotating white ball on the inside of his palm.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.