Simple Owl Tattoo Novels & Stories

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

She’s wearing a scarf and her face is covered with red vale revealing her eyes with only black colors. “State your concern, lady.” I gathered my hair using my right hand and turned sideways to show her the family emblem tattooed on the side of my nape. The Ahvaz family symbol has the sign of a full moon with the face of the wolf, a number of ten stars surround the moon. “We’re here to pick Louisa Ahvaz’s potion orders.”

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.

Tang Xiao forced and smile, grabbed Tang Hao by the back of his neck, and pulled him away. "Didn't you see that owl? I specifically took you there to see that owl!" Tang Xiao hissed. "Owl? That parrot is a shame to all owls! Owls are majestic!" Tang Hao looked away. "That's the rarest species of owl— Human-tongue Owl— that can achieve human speech before even reaching 100-year-old of cultivation, much less the legendary 100000! Bastard! We snuck into grandpa's scripture room together and got our asses bled! Didn't you learn anything there? That bird was in Grandpa's journal!"

“He took his glove off briefly, and one of the cameras caught some kind of tattoo on his wrist.” My brows drew together. “And?” I was already on my feet. “It’s an insignia. Looks like a lion in a circle. Seen anything like that before?” I clicked on the video in my phone, watching exactly what Owens had described unfold. I ran a hand through my hair. “Fuck, no, Owens…” I trailed off, a memory teasing the back of my mind as my gaze narrowed in on the tattoo one more time. “Wait.” I remembered sneaking up to my father’s study one day as a teenager. He’d seized something I needed and I was about to steal it back.

" She said, Okay that's enough, let's check if we can find anything useful on this body." We searched him from head to toe to see if we can find anything that will lead us to where is coming from. We found a little cut that had the symbol of an owl on it . Well this could be helpful, we can ask around to know if anyone knows anything about this. I said. Let us head back now. I'm making our investigation on that. We all turned back and got into the car to get home. I know I really back home All I could think about was what I'd done wrong with Tulip.

Then a searing pain rips up my arm and he must feel it too as he cries out, but neither of us can let go. Then underneath the red woven bracelet, on my skin, I see a chain of black crescent moons circling my wrist. They are just the outline of a crescent and only a few millimeters in height, but there is no mistake that I now have a tattoo around my wrist. Looking at Oliver’s hand where we are still connected he has the same ring around his wrist. “What the hell was that Bitty?” He doesn’t let go, just looks surprised. “No Idea. It didn’t do that when I did the exact same incantation for Lil and Jena.”

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

Sensing her confusion, Owen decided to jog her memory. He rolled up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal his wrist which had a triple star tattoo—a small, intricate design that held a world of memories. “Remember this?” He asked her, hoping that this much was enough to trigger her memories. The amount of relief he felt the next second as Leonica's eyes widened when recognition dawned upon her was unspeakable. "Owen?" She muttered now seeing the boy who been her neighbor many years ago.