Realistic Flying Owl Tattoo Novels & Stories

I take a moment to look at her small hands that have signs of scratches and injuries on her knuckles and I can't help but wonder what exactly she has been through ever since the day of the attack on her pack and how she found her way here. I shift my attention back to the tattoo on her wrist and I see it's a bird. The artist took his or her time to put in the details of the bird and for a moment, it looks almost real, like it's going to fly off her wrist as its drawing lays there on her wrist but then it's just a tattoo. I sigh as I gently rub my thumb across the tattoo and I suddenly feel her finger move. Then I look at her face and I see her eyelids twitch too. I know she's already regaini

My gaze trailed down the expanse of the large bird tattoo spread across it—dark wings outstretched, bold lines curving beautifully with his build. I didn’t miss the freckles surrounding the area. Made it look like a perfect work of art. The man is ‘art’ himself. I reached out and traced one wing with the tip of my finger, barely touching. The feathered strokes seemed to rise gently under my fingertip, feeling like a path leading me somewhere. It was my second time seeing it on him, but the first time seeing it clearly. It didn’t just suit him, it belonged to him. Memories from last night flickered through me warmly, and a small satisfying smile crept onto my face at the feeling that came wit

"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.

I could feel the chills massively spreading through my body. The eagle tattoo on Greyson's neck moved. I even made sure I wasn’t dreaming at the moment by rolling my eyes. I had to make sure I was in reality. Because, what the heck? How could that tattoo move? The eagle tattoo turned into a real one, it came out of Greyson's neck! The tattoo on his neck is gone, it's a full -fledged eagle. Oh my gosh! "Check the area, Fray." Greyson commands the eagle. It immediately flew up and wandered around.

Warm fair velvety tight skin rippled as his muscled hands slipped into the white long sleeves. Hard flat chest slowly being concealed by the white print shirt, the ugly head of a spiteful falcon reared its head on Oliviér's shoulder blade, it's red eyes looking as realistic as can be achieved.

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.

“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.

He asked in confusion. "Owls," I told him and laughed. "You do know what an owl is, right?" "A bird?" He asked. "It's a type of nocturnal bird that hunts small rodents," I purred to him. "The young glide in the tree branches to learn to fly. It's easier to do because it happens in small bursts and you can learn to master your wings." He looked at me in awe. I laughed a little. "Would you like to try that?" He looked up at me as he fluttered his wings, coping mine.

The deformed feet had already marked the bird as a servant of the demon. Before he could decide what to do about this new arrival, a brown streak appeared out of nowhere and smashed into the crow. Black feathers exploded outside the window as the bird let out a piercing squawk. Ralin watched as the sharp talons and pointed beak of a brown and white owl tore the crow apart, then dropped the remains to the ground beyond Ralin’s sight. The owl turned and winked one of its wide round eyes at Ralin. Ralin smiled. “Thanks, Jenna.” He had not really needed any help from the witch—no single bird, demon bred or otherwise—was a match for his magic. But it was nice to know they had allies keeping an ey

Cassandra's first impulses were to run as fast as she could. But two things stopped her. The first was that the owl was beautiful. Its glossy feathers were white like the summer clouds and its eyes were like liquid gold. Its large body looked lithe and strong and very skilled. A mark of a predator. The majesty of the bird took her breath away. The second thing was that the owl had flown off with one of her grocery bags in its claws.