Realistic Broken Clock Tattoo Novels & Stories

He scoffed. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth while slipping into my shirt in such a hurry that I forgot to wear my tie. As I was buttoning my shirt, my eyes fell on an old scar on my chest. The memories of my father flooded back into my mind. I stared hard at it, and a disappointed smile formed on my lips, "It never went, huh?" "Are you planning on staying there for the next century?" Noel's sarcasm interrupted my thoughts. "Coming." I replied as I made my way out of my room while buttoning my shirt.

“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.

, I keep running after all. I ran to a tattoo shop, and said to a tattoo artist, “I want this one.” The tattoo artist glanced at my wrist. “A broken-wing bird?” “Yes.” “Are you sure? It’s… kind of symbolic.” “I know what it means.” He studied for a moment then said, “Alright.” The needle pressed into my skin, it hurt, but I didn’t move.

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

Thor killed his third attacker and stepped back toward me. “How many?” he asked. I did not answer. Because I was counting differently. Not how many remained. But how many were designed to die. That was when I saw it. On the wrist of one of the fallen wolves, partially exposed beneath torn fabric. A mark. A tattoo. Recognizable. I froze for a fraction of a second longer than I should have. Thor noticed immediately. “What is it?” I knelt slowly, pulling the wrist closer. The symbol was burned into skin with deliberate precision.

“Sh!t, what’s happening?!” “My back,” I rasped, teeth clenched so tight they might snap. “Something’s wrong with the mate tattoo. Look. Look at it!” He rushed behind me, lifting my shirt with shaking hands. I felt his breath freeze “Kael… The tattoo…” My chest heaved. “What about it?” “It’s vanishing.” The world tilted. No. No, no, no. The mate mark, the delicate silhouette of a female wolf, etched into my flesh since the day the Moon bonded us, her mark burned on my skin—alive. But now, it is fading. Disappearing like ink in water.

“ I got the tattoo when I was fifteen! “ Said Kataleya smiling. Katherina: “ How much courage! Samantha: “ Women should never get a tattoo here! They are frowned upon! Kataleya: “ Different from my homeland! There everyone gets tattoos, pierces their ears, noses, lips and other things! Samantha: “ I still remember when my mother-in-law Clarina saw Igor's tattoo on her back, she almost had a fit! Haha ha Kataleya: “ The Triquetra tattoo! Samantha nodded. Kataleya smiled: “ It symbolizes the past, present and future, linked to time and infinity...

His scent hits my nose and I hate to admit how good he smells. “Good dog, hold that for me,” he laughs. I throw his shirt to the floor, it lands right beside my jacket. When I look back to Mason ready to curse at him I'm stopped in my tracks at the sight of him. His chest is covered in an intricate pattern of tattoos that blend into one big one. I feel as if each one tells a story. There are wolves, daggers, and trees with twisted branches. It's a stunning piece of artwork and I want to get up close and study it. I itch to run my fingers over each piece and ask what they all mean. I break from my trance when James sticks a monitor over a wilted rose over Mason's heart. Mason is looking at me

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.