Two Hummingbird Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

he tells me and I look at him with astonishment in my eyes. ‘He's right anyway.’ His intentions were never wrong, nor his directions. But he chose a dangerous way to fight the obstacles that came his way. "The sign represents jealousy and possessiveness. It means they never share what's theirs…." He moves closer as I feel his hot breaths fanning my face. He was talking about the scorpion tattoo. I gulp hard when I look into his amber eyes. The orbs are burning once again and showing a pure possessiveness. ‘As he said.’

Listening to Luke’s soft voice, Hope's eyes flutter open, and she gasps in amazement as she sees the tattoo on Luke's chest. She shifts from my lap to Luke’s, her eyes glued to the tattoo. “Daddy, it's so pretty!" She exclaims, caressing the butterfly with the crown. "Do you know what it means, Hope?" He asks her, stroking her hair. She shakes her head, glancing at him. "No, Daddy. What does it mean?" "This butterfly with the crown represents you and Mommy," Luke explains. "The butterfly is Mommy, and the crown is you, our little princess. And the words below say, 'My life,' because you and Mommy are my life."

I was starting to enjoy his existence. And it was... scary. "Vivian?" Kai called out, breaking my reverie. I quickly turned my attention to his stomach, trying to look casual. "This tattoo," I said, pointing to the image of two feathers intertwined on the right side of his stomach. "What does it mean?" Kai glanced in the direction I was referring to, then smiled a little. "It's a symbol of freedom. Two feathers-one long, one short-bound together but still having their own direction."

It’s pathetic, I know, but in my mind, I’ve always been his and to be with someone else just felt wrong. I run my fingers over his newest tattoo. It’s a beautiful tattoo on his forearm of a Quetzal with long vibrant tail feathers. Every trip he goes on that he really enjoys, he gets a tattoo to commemorate it. This latest one was from his trip to Costa Rica where he went bungee jumping. My favorite is the one from our trip. He took me with him to a ski lodge last year and taught me how to snowboard. There had been this beautiful barn owl that seemed to follow us around. He’d perch on the branch of a tree and watch as I mostly fell on my ass. When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo

He asked, “Do you like it? It’s for you.” Baby Zetty reached out and was ecstatic. “It’s beautiful.” Finn smiled and said, “With this fellow keeping you company, you won’t be alone in the future.” Baby Zetty was not quite well-versed in animals and asked curiously, “What kind of a bird is it?” Baby Robbie had no clue as well, but he started babbling, “This is a robin, and it symbolizes love. This bird represents the kindness and beauty of human nature.” As soon as Baby Robbie said this, he secretly glanced at Baby Zetty.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

“I’m going to put something on now!” “Nice tattoo, Aldo!” Adia teases. Yeah I have a tattoo on my ribcage, no one really sees it unless they see me shirtless. Nova hasn’t said anything, but I doubt my tattoo is the first thing on their mind. It’s a flaming phoenix . Knowing I was the only survivor of the crash that killed my parents and maternal grandparents makes me feel a bit like a phoenix. I’ll need a purple butterfly over my heart, for Nova.

She was still contemplating the answer in her head when she heard a door open and feet shuffling into the room; her head immediately turned to the direction of the sound and at that moment she wondered why the ground didn't open and let her fall in. Liam had a towel tied around his waists as he stepped out of the bathroom; his hair was wet, and a bunch fell over his face; his torso was bare, thus exposing a good amount of his chiseled abs, there was a phoenix tattoo. A mythical firebird with roots in both Greek and Egyptian lore, it rises from the ashes to signify rebirth. The tattoo started from his left chest and on his ribs inching downwards to his waist line which was incredibly sexy; If

"That's the best I can do for you." "I don't know who they are—" The spy pursed her lips, dragging down the collar of her shirt to reveal a blood red tattoo of a bird. "This is their symbol." Elsa moved closer so as to get a better look. The bird had its wings fully spread, majestically soaring into the skies like a king. 'What specie of bird is this?' She thought to herself.

Commanding. My lungs finally obeyed. Air rushed out of my mouth as I inhaled sharply. But I still could not open my eyes. Not yet. His presence was overwhelming. “What tattoo do you have here?” His voice came again. Soft. Curious. His thumb traced the spot just beneath my breast. My eyes flew open. Oh. He was talking about my tattoo. Three small birds. And a feather beneath them. A symbol of freedom I had gotten in college. His thumb continued to brush over the design slowly.