Raven Wings Spread Tattoo Novels & Stories

Noah sat up a bit, leaning against the headboard as he moved my hair with one hand and traced my tattoo with his other hand. I shivered at his touch although his hand was warm. Awkwardly after a moment, I turned to face him again to see him smiling lightly. "It's a raven." I nodded my head, "It is." "It's not noticeable because your hair is always down so it covers it," he murmured more to himself than to me. "Why did you decide to get a raven?" "What?" Noah laughed at my lost state, "I mean why a raven? Why didn't you get a butterfly or something?"

My breath caught in my throat once those absolutely beautiful ebony black wings slowly stretched at his sides and without even wasting a second, I hopped off of the counter and walked straight towards him, stopping right in front of him. With small and slow steps I circled around him, moving right behind him and once I was close enough I stretched my hand, reaching to touch them. They felt so soft, so silky underneath my fingers as I slowly traced a few feathers, not failing to also notice the faintest shudder his body gave away. His wings then suddenly retracted, leaving behind nothing but those two identical scars, surrounded by those tattoo-like weird symbols. “What do they mean?” I quiet

(You act like I can't take care of myself plus I have an assassin with me) "It's still no," he says "I'm going to get ready you better not leave without me," he says and walks upstairs while the guys to the same. "He does realize were going to do that anyway right," Rae says I shrug my shoulders to her and we walk to my car and hop in to get Nova soon we've picked her up and were at the tattoo parlor give the tattoo artist our ideas except Nov. I decide on a rose on my under boob, butterfly's on the bottom of my thumb bone, a sleeve of flowers on my arm, and a heart on my inner wrist. Rae got the same inner heart as me, but she also got an arm sleeve that had a lion with blue eyes and flower

"I like that bike and it belongs to me." Darren was tall, towering over all the soldiers in the room. Despite his rugged appearance, there was a softness to his features that hinted at a gentler side. His eyes were warm cobalt blue, and the naughty smile on the side of his lips indicated that he didn't give a fuck about everyone who would stay in his way. His arms were strong and lean, with bulging biceps and defined veins that ran the length of his forearms. But it was his back that truly caught my attention. A magnificent eagle, wings outstretched, was tattooed across his broad expanse of skin. Its feathers were intricately detailed, with each one a masterpiece in its own right.

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio

"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.

He didn’t seem to make an effort to move her from the position they were already in. “Since we’re dating, might as well.” He gave a small shrug with his broad scar ridden shoulders. It was the first time Nora had a full view of his tattoo. Under the light she could finally trace the origin of the tattoo, at his wrist and move all the way up to his shoulder and chest. It covered half of his chest and most of his shoulder including all of his right arm. His left side, however, was as clear as a bright day and not a single tattoo was there to be seen. It started as a snake and evolved into wings that were merged with all sorts of graffiti. She couldn’t make sense of any of them, not finding any

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

“A small raven on my inner wrist. Something delicate… but permanent. A reminder that I can be brave.” Raven’s eyes darkened with approval. He took my wrist gently, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin where the tattoo would go. The touch sent unexpected heat racing up my arm. “Beautiful choice,” he murmured. “The raven symbolizes transformation. Now describe how you want it to feel when it’s finished.” His thumb stroked slow circles on my pulse point as I tried to answer. “I want it to feel… alive. Like it remembers me every time I look at it.”

“Okay, ladies. Let’s hear what your mate mark is.” “Mine is a raven bird.” Iris throws a wink in my direction, we all gather around her as she shows us the side of her neck, the raven tattoo is beautiful. We were taught that a raven mate mark means loyalty and protection, it also means change. The beginning of a new chapter. I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her.