Small Bluebird Tattoo Novels & Stories

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

Fucking dipshit murderers. Asa doesn't say a word to me. I know he's avoiding me like the plague. For once, I notice a bird tattoo on his nape and I must admit it's the most beautiful art I've ever seen. The tattoo is a flock of bird with their wings spread high to fly away and they are so tiny, you barely can tell they're there. " Stop fucking looking at me." Asa snaps without looking at me. " You haven't told me where we're going."

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.

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

Most children would be afraid to step inside a tattoo studio, what with the humming of the gun and the heavily tattooed staff that worked here but when I was a kid, this was my favourite place to visit because it was so bright and colourful, from the beautiful designs that cover the walls, showcasing the artist's work, to the rainbow striped chairs, desk and the sparkly, white tiles that shimmer rainbow colours under the florescent lighting. The sound of the tattoo gun buzzing travels down the hall, and I imagine what Adrian is having designed on his body today and where. When Jupiter and I had spotted him at the beach, I did notice a small falcon on his back, between his shoulder blades, al

“That was fast.” “Mom sent me,” I swallow, my heart racing already. “I told her I wanted to get a back tattoo, nothing big, just three butterflies of different sizes lined up in flight and beside each I want the last two digits of mine, London, and Blair’s birth year written. So that's nine five, zero two, and zero six..” He nods once, eyes drifting down my body for a second before flicking back to my face. “Alright, follow me out back, let’s get you set up.”

Our date was at the Blue Moon bar. Just like in my dream, there she was at the table in front of me, I never felt so lucky in my life. She was dressed in her favourite light blue dress with a silver purse. With her by my side, I will climb every mountain to be here again. Without her around, there will be no destination at the end of my journey. I find hope, trust, and faith every time I looked at her. Whilst passing her the glass of champagne, I noticed a mark on her wrist. It was a symbolic tattoo that I have never seen before.

A tattoo—small but intricate—etched just below my skin. The infinity symbol, its delicate lines looping and intertwining seamlessly, radiated a sense of endless continuity. It was beautiful but haunting. A chill ran down my spine as I lightly traced the design with my fingers. My skin tingled at the touch, as if the mark carried some latent energy.

He just stared. His eyes lingered on her face and then it worked its way through her body. He found an image, more like a tattoo which was on her arm. It looked more like a bird published with blue colour, which had a horn in the middle of its head and a tail of many feathers. Its beak was indescribable and would not really be seen due to the way the colours were outlined. This tattoo reminded him of a story his mother told him. An all too familiar story.