Simple Owl Tattoo Novels & Stories

At this time, the host on the stage was enthusiastic and asked, "Mr. Owl, the brooch you are wearing today is very unique. This baby is as lovely as an angel." "Is it?" Ethan's lips curl up, obviously the host's flattery very useful. Someone took this opportunity to get noticed by Ethan, "Excuse me Mr. Owl, this is from the hand of which designer?" "It was made for me by the woman I love. This is the only one in the world." Ethan's words immediately caused a great uproar.

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.

Poor Lu, He couldn't still get to the point that one of his relatives is working and spying on him. Even when it was all clear, he couldn't still see what the problem was. Jordan had shown him the clear picture of the person tattoo, it's the drawing of two doves, glued together. It gives him memories of the day he had his own, the same dove tattoo.

The way the moonlight hit his perfectly chiseled cheeks made me think the moon was made just for him. “You don’t live around here, do you?” I finally spoke. Oliver looked nothing like around here. His tattoos almost had a metallic sheen to them, and not a speck of his ink had color. It was all black and white, with several wolves howling at the moon. There were a few wolf skulls and tribal tattoos that trailed up his arms and neck. There was not one part of his body that didn’t have some decoration, well, except one part of his shoulder that was left blank that I saw earlier, which was strange. Maybe he had a special one he wanted to put there.

Jamal’s POV The message from the owl arrived under the cloak of night, a messenger of the unseen realms. Its white feathers glowed in the moonlight, and in its beak, it carried a small vial—a vessel containing an otherworldly concoction. The air crackled with arcane energy as the owl descended, talons gripping the edge of my windowsill.

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo of a barn owl on his left bicep, and he’d had them weave in the letter S on its wing. Leaning in closer, I slide the sleeve of his t-shirt up so I can see it, making him laugh around his forkful of casserole. Every time I see it, it makes my heart skip a beat. The muscled bicep certainly doesn’t hurt. I trace my finger along the S and feel his body still next to mine.

I kept staring at it for a while then I looked at Mei. "The wolf is a symbol of my father's favourite animal. He passed away a few years ago due to an accident. The owl symbolizes my mother's wisdom and the dove is a symbol of my late sister Mabel. The flowers I tattooed around them are a symbol of my love for them all." She walked towards me and touched my chest with her finger moving it around the outline of each tattoo. She looked up at me with a concerned face. "You love deeply and you have lost so much."