Simple Owl Tattoo Novels & Stories

Goosebumps rise on her flesh under my hand which is resting on the golden lotus. She pulls her hair to one side and holds onto it as she shuffles and turns onto her front. “What the fuck?” my wolf growls the same words that I have to bite back so I don’t worry her. Right between her shoulder blades is a sparrow. My special name for her, and also the Greek symbol of love and connection. That is… well it’s crazy that her mark would contain such a crystal clear image of the tiny bird… but it is not that that bothers me or my wolf. The easily six inch wide wreath of monkshood surrounding the bird is what has set my beast off.

Ariadne was amazed with its beauty and quit surprised not ever seeing on ever. Moreover, a small great horned baby owl was resting itself on her shoulder. Its eyes were open and it has golden eye with black circles around it. It has pure white fur with black highlights its chest with thick feathers around its neck just like a fur. It keeps making a small ‘hooo’ sound every time she jumps. Eve hiss at her owl in a low voice. “Marion! You have to keep quiet! If anyone hear you, they will catch us and we’ll be punished for sure. Do you know how hard it is to hide from Khalid?”

Zitrey was about to say something when her eyes glued at the pair of jade-green eyes staring at her, widely. At the same time, the long raven hair of the owl logo Guy fell from his shoulder and gracefully dance with the wind. Because of this, Zitrey was filled with nostalgia when she smells the fragrance of the owl logo Guy shampoo. It smells sweet... like a newly bloomed flower at Spring – a flower called Jasmine.

When she finally stepped out, droplets sliding down her thighs, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly swollen from biting them too hard. Her eyes were glassy with something unspoken. And when she turned, she saw it again — the mark on her left hip. A tattoo - like crest. Etched into her skin like a brand. It shimmered faintly in the light, elegant yet powerful. A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

Unknowingly my hand rubbed the head of the statue that had been destroyed in half. An unexpected event happened. Suddenly the owl's eyes emitted light blue color. A small vortex of wind was created around the altar and then enveloped the statue in a short time. Slowly but surely, the stone statue reconstructed itself, starting from the wings, body, and head. In the next blink of an eye, the owl statue in front of me returned intact. Something was slightly different. Initially, this statue folded its wings. Now, he opened all his broad and dashing wings.

Woven into the ring was the shape of a dragon; a creature that reminded me of Ransom's first shift, but not quite; and an owl. The next blazing ring sat outside the mate ring. Stretching from under my breast to the top of my hipbone. All of my family's animals were depicted. Which now included a deer. Even Lukas was shown. A big O with a line running through it. At the section closest to my hip bone was another animal. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but it had beautiful wings. Atlas crawled around on the floor behind me. With his electronic pad, he raised it, aimed it, and I heard the sound of a camera shutter closing. He took multiple pictures from a variety of angles.

"Are you going to be messing around?" He looks at me, and it seems like his eyes are darker under the lights. He seems darker because he's in short sleeves, because I see that his arms are full of ink, and he has a snake tattooed coiling around his neck. That's what Owen likes to draw, and thinking about it makes me smile. "What are you laughing at?" That it bothers him makes me smile even more. "Your tattoos," I admit. I hear him sigh, and his body brushes against mine as he walks past me. It gives me goosebumps.

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.