Simple Owl Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th

She slowly started walking her fingers across my chest and tracing my tattoos. “I like these.” She said as she continued to trace them. I had the wilderness I love tattooed across my chest and arms. Bear, deer, birds, owls, rabbits, badgers and of course wolves all amongst the trees and forest that they lived in. “Oh yeah. What is your favorite?” I asked lightly.

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.

"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.

“Oh my Goddess, yes, we so should.” Otto wanted to run his hand down his face, as his friends would. He doubted that he would be the last wolf to have wondered what had happened to Nora since no one had heard from her. He had a tattoo on his right shoulder, a Moon Lotus flower. He had it done two years after he couldn’t find her; he had noticed she used to draw them in the margin of her notebooks. He asked her once what it was for she told him it was a pack tradtion it was to allow the Goddess to see that these who marked their work with is to see that they had learned her teachings. He had it done to show the Goddess he had learned from his mistakes and the pain that he had caused. Instead,

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

My breath hitched as I recognized the intricate design—a mate tattoo. My mind reeled, questions crashing into each other like waves in a storm. How? When? Who? I couldn’t tear my gaze away from it. It didn’t make sense. A mate tattoo was scared, a bond forged by fate itself. It appeared only when the Moon Goddess seemed two souls meant for one another. But Olivia? My grip on her tightened as my thoughts spiraled. Was it possible she’d gotten it done at some tattoo shop, oblivious to the meaning? No, that couldn’t be it. The lines were too precise, too ethereal. This was no human creation.