Novel & Cerita Small Bluebird Tattoo

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.

The tattoo image was at the peak of perfection and it almost seems as if both scorpions are gonna come alive at will. On a closer look, one would discover that both scorpions were different in color. One is Red and the other one is Dark-blueish color. Both young men were so charming that they could stop any lady and cause them to look at them several times. But one of them look younger and he was three years younger than the first guy. On the left hand of the Elder, brother was a red scorpion, and on the left arm of the younger was a tattoo of a dark blueish Scorpion.

Blair made an attentive face as she smiled which made Jade smile, too. "What is this shit? I told you to take clients from today..." as Blaze walked in the tattoo bar, she scolded the workers seeing the empty bar. "Nobody comes in the day, Blaze," said one of the workers when she replied, "I don't care, people will come." "Make me a tattoo..." she said removing the jacket and then her shirt. She was getting a tattoo on her chest, right above her right breast, with the letter 'B' on it.

- - - - - A small red-feathered bird and a foot-size blind wolf pup—Diana did not know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. The contract ritual was a success. The golden-colored lightning bolt tattoo behind her right ear was a clear indication that it was indeed successful. Like what happened to the flame tattoo on her forehead, Diana's newly acquired symbolic tattoo was absorbed in her skin, leaving no dent in its wake as if it was never there in the first place. With the Behemoth finally asleep in her arms, the storm finally calmed down. Aside from the mess in the dungeon and the west wood, there were no more signs that an intense battle had just taken place in the sky.

“Enjoy your stay. But hey, word of advice? Steer clear of the Red Zone if you’re really just here for the sauna. Unless you want more than a quiet night, of course. In that case, the Red Zone’s your best bet.” “The Red Zone?” “It’s on the far end. Trust me, you’ll know it when you see it.” With a wink, he turns and walks off, flip-flops slapping against the tile. That’s when I catch the enormous tattoo spanning his entire back—a bird, wings spread wide, talons out. A hawk.

As soon as the emotion crossed his eyes, it was smothered—forced down until I could no longer see it. “Looks like were free to go, kitten.” Atlas murmured, standing from his seat with little more than a glance in my direction. I watched in silence as he slipped on some of the winter clothes. As he peeled his shirt from his body and turned my way, I quickly averted my gaze. His low chuckle was confirmation that he noticed me staring. I managed to catch a glance at the tattoo that covered his back and shoulder. It was a dragon, its body winding up his lower back and onto his shoulders. The detail was incredible, each individual scale seemed to flicker and shine. The dragon's eyes were narrowed

My short skirt clings to my ass perfectly, showing off my long legs, and my top stretches over my boobs. My make-up is flawless, as always, but when I see my blue eyes glowing, I freeze. Why the hell is my beast close to the surface now? It can't be just because I'm annoyed? I have more control than that… I'm sure I do. I shake my head and focus on my new tattoo. Honestly, it hurt like hell. The artist had to use a silver needle and ink mixed with wolfsbane to stop it from healing, but it was definitely worth it.

“Now that you have said it, I seem to have seen it before… James’s tattoo is on his chest, right? As for Rose, does she have the same too? Will it be that it’s on her chest too?” “I am not sure about that. However, I have seen their profile pictures before and it seems like both of their pictures were butterflies: red and blue. It represents a man and a woman. They are in pairs! Butterflies must have a special meaning to them! However, I think Nancy is clueless about it!”

As tears flowed through his deep blue eyes, he folded his fingers and pulled his hand down. His messy hair was shining in the moonlight. Silver was rather short for a 15-year-old boy, 4 ft. 3 inches. He also had a distinct but small scar just above his left eyebrow. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a bird symbol on the back and grey pants. A black bracelet with a single glass-like white stone encircled his left wrist. His name was Silver, just like his hair.

"Sparrows were my mom's favorite birds. And lately, one has been watching over me at my parent's house. I think it's a sign that I'm supposed to get one and that my mom is watching out for me beyond the grave." Jeremy holds my hand as we drive through the light green spring trees. April is almost perfect. The air is crisp but not too sweaty. We get to Marvelous Tattoo. They accept walk-ins. We fill out forms that prove we are old enough to scar our bodies. They scan our licenses. A lady with both arms filled with tattoos greets us. She's wearing goth attire and has piercings in every location imaginable.