Simple Owl Tattoo Novels & Stories

I asked Sera gesturing to some students seated close to us. Sera bit into her apple, "Oh that? Silvermoon and Mystic Pack always have their different tattoos drawn when they turn sixteen," She gestured to some others who were still in line for lunch. "Moonstone pack members have their gem pendants, Ironclaw pack have their bracelets, and we Shadowhawl have our piercings and birthmark." She concluded, showing me a dark paw-shaped patch on her arm. "That's cool," I replied nodding. "Guess I'd have to ask uncle Gray what ours is."

I enjoy them, really…as long as there’s no threat to my roof being torn off and my house turning into that one infamous barn scene from Twister. I go up the last step and ring the doorbell, readjusting Tulip’s carrying case on my arm. She’s a small cat but is surprisingly heavy when she’s being carried like this. Only a few seconds pass before Owen opens the door. He’s wearing a gray t-shirt and dark jeans. His hair is messily styled, and the perfect five-o’clock shadow covers his strong jawline. Light from the setting sun reflects off his chocolate eyes, and his whole face brightens as he smiles at me.

I hushed her, not wanting to talk about it yet, I wanted to be patient and wait until she brought the subject up. “You have been lost inside that head of yours all afternoon.” She traced the lines of the tattoos inked into my skin. I recently got a new one, of a bow and arrow weaved into the design of the forest with two wolves howling at the moon. “Don’t worry about it, Pernwél.” I countered, grabbing her hips and pulling her on top of me.

“Tattoos?” “Yes.” She crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you’ve lived centuries and never gotten inked. Today’s the day. Come on.” He studied her for a long moment, lips twitching as if amused by her defiance. Then, to her shock, he set the book aside. “Fine. But you’re choosing the design. I’ll only allow you to brand me once.” …. The tattoo parlor smelled of antiseptic and ink. Chloe’s heart raced as she flipped through sketch books, finally settling on a delicate design: a small crescent moon entwined with a star.

Sybil said. "Don't mind them" Teal replied, and then the attention of the students moved to another person who just entered the hallway. Roonie and his friends. Roonie got a new tattoo on the lower arm of his right hand, and it's so fuçking sèxy. "el zorro es mio" It's a Spanish sentence which means... THE FOX IS MINE. Pearl's heart skipped one beat when she saw it, but their eyes never met. He's not even looking her side no matter how loud the students are fawning over his tattoo.

"Wait. This afternoon? As in today? As in hours ago?" "Yeah." "That's insane. Most people get a few days to adjust before they ship you off. You must have a really strong mark." Luna pulled up her sleeve. The crescent moon and shadow pattern glowed faintly in the dim light. Nova leaned closer. "Whoa. That's beautiful. And terrifying. Mine's just a basic wolf paw. See?" She held up her wrist. A simple paw print marked her skin. Four pads and claws. Nothing fancy. "Paw prints usually mean Omega," Nova said. "Which explains why everyone's already treating me like I'm fragile. What do you think yours means?"

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

"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

I let out laughter, bringing my hand to tap over the slender thin fur-coated creature. Oriel is my pet Weasel since way back, and together with the rest of his many brothers and sisters, we make a family of our own. The hooting of an Owl distilling the night air also retrieves my smile and I turn in time with a large grew and white Owl gliding down in the air. I shriek, mixing my footing and falling back to land on my butt with a wince. With a faint frown on my face, I regard the large bird perching on my shoulder, “Hey, that’s no friendly greeting at all”.

It's a drawing of the moon cycle with the center silhouette of a howling wolf. "How is a drawing going to help?" I'm perplexed. "This a drawing of a tattoo. Faris, one of the non-affiliated wolfs drew it. He said he saw it on a lot of the wolves who held them captive. We believe this is how they identify each other. It's always in blue ink on their forearm." Amelie hands me the drawing. "This will help narrow down who joined and who has been forced to help them. This is great!" I can't believe they are dumb enough to mark themselves. They are making it easy.