Small Bluebird Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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.”

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

It wasn’t visible unless she was in undergarments alone, which meant it was her little secret. It was an image of three little birds trailing along the curve of her breast, behind the birds was the word ‘Adventure’. She got inked two months ago, to her the tattoo was symbolic; the bird represents freedom and migration, three birds represent happiness and adventure reminded her of everything she and Roman did together. Not only was he ingrained in her mind's eyes, his fingerprints imprinted on her heart, and his memory laid tattooed on her skin. He would always be unfinished business.

“Master Blair, see if she’s the person you’ve been looking for all along.” Blair was emotionless as he studied the tattoo on the woman’s back. He finally spoke after a long moment of silence. “No.” The tattoo on the woman’s back was the same as Liv’s, but the color was different. Blair remembered distinctly that the peach blossoms on Liv’s tattoo were pink and lifelike. He had never seen a tattoo that exquisite and perfect. Dick looked at Blair in shock. “Are you sure?” Blair nodded. Other than the tattoo being the wrong color, although Liv was blindfolded that night, he knew she was not blonde.

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.

I wanted this tattoo to represent both parts of him, and that's why I asked Madeline to draw his wolf's eyes blue. I wanted to do something special for Jarek, and what more special could be than to have his wolf as a tattoo on my body? I want to reveal my tattoo when we will take the next step and complete our mate bond. This tattoo will be a symbol of my love and loyalty not only towards him but his wolf as well. Closing my eyes, I think about Jarek tuning out the pain as Madeline starts working on the tattoo. It is not going to be a big tattoo, just a medium-sized one on my nape. But it requires a lot of details, so it will take some time to finish.

She says, taking her way back to the exit, leaving me bewildered by several. "Marisa, it's... hmm" She stops again, looking over her shoulder at me, gripping the knob with her hand. "Yes? " " Thanks for yesterday," I say, remembering Henrico saying that she was the one who helped me change my clothes. She smiles, this time showing all her teeth and nods. "Your tattoo, what does the bird mean?" question and my cheeks flush, saliva leaving my mouth. She's talking about the tattoo on my hip, a little bird I got clandestinely at seventeen. Nobody but me and the tattoo artist

It sounded like he truly believed what he was saying. He did look different; more defined muscles, was a bit taller, had a completely different accent, and most of all, he didn’t have the small tattoo of the bird that we both got on my birthday last year. We both got those tattoos right on the right side of our necks. At first, when Samuel had asked me why we were getting tattoos of birds, I told him it was because they were cute. But Samuel came up with a much deeper meaning. He said that the birds represented our love for each other; that they were lovebirds.