Realistic Flying Owl Tattoo Novels & Stories

It dropped down from its perch, opening its wings to stall its landing, but only a little. Ilyria woke crying out in pain as the owl sank its claws into her flesh. “Remember, Ilyria,” said the owl, “This is only what you want it to be.” Ilyria sat up, rubbing her arm. The owl flew out the window past the monkey calling, “Be ready.”

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.

A black feather stretched across my shoulder blade. For a moment I just stared at it. A tattoo? No. That wasn’t possible. My hands shook slightly as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then I turned fully toward the mirror. My breath left me in a soft gasp. My entire back was covered in them. Black wings. Not real wings. But something that looked almost as if they could be. Every feather was etched perfectly across my skin, layered and detailed in a way that made them look alive. The dark feathers shimmered faintly with streaks of iridescent blue that caught the morning light.

Oasis had stripped her of the leather jacket she once wore, now she is clad in a pair of jean pants and a black, fitting tank top tucked into it. Since she is lying on her stomach, her arms, shoulders, and the upper parts of her back are exposed, which earns me the opportunity to see her tats again. This time I analyze the tattoos carefully, as if they are my utmost duty. And I cannot help but trail the pad of my index finger along its softly-stroked edges. The flying bird and its falling feathers stretching from the left side of her nape downward with smoke trailing from it traps me in a moment of haze. Thinking about its meaning alone could let the mind wander.

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.

I'm no better that the person who crashed into them that night. I approach the window, which is still wide open. Lost in thought, I contemplate the surrounding landscape. These deep woods and their serenity usually soothe me. But, unfortunately, not tonight. Suddenly, I hear a hustle of wings and look up. What the...? My owl flies up to my window sill! She stays perfectly still for a moment. I do the same, lest the slightest gestures should make her flee. For a while, I forgot my trouble. She watches me with her big, mysterious eyes and then bends her head so far as to touch my cheek.