Two Hummingbird Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

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."

A flicker of something, annoyance, maybe amusement, passes through his eyes. “I’ve noticed.” I hold his gaze for a second longer than I should, refusing to be the first to look away. But then my eyes betray me, drifting to his chest again, and that’s when I see it. Everything inside me goes still. There’s a tattoo over his heart. Black ink etched into his skin in exquisite detail. A bird in mid-flight with its wings spread wide and feathers so realistic I could swear they’re moving. A raven. My breath catches in my throat. My hand lifts out of the water without conscious thought. Trembling. Reaching for him like I’m drawn by invisible strings.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

I found it amusing to be compared to a bird. "They say the nightingale is a symbol of connection with the divine, representing beauty, harmony, and joy of the soul," he began to explain. "There's no beauty in the world greater than yours, Sam, and I'm not just talking about your physical appearance. You're the joy of my soul, you give me hope and comfort, you gave me a purpose in life to want a family with you. In a way, you connect me to the divine." Henry had sad eyes and a choked voice. This started to melt my barriers. We kept looking at each other for I don't know how long. Our contact was broken by a little girl dressed as a ballerina who stopped in front of my desk.

My hair is down my back in waves, covering the exposed skin. When I look down the dress, I can see the black ink of the tattoo I had done in the month that Dalon and I hadn’t spoken. I had wanted a permanent reminder of him and our time together. A reminder that Italy wasn’t just some dream. The tattoo is simple, but the meaning behind it is powerful. The tattoo is a sun with a moon inside it to symbolize two opposite worlds coming together in the most unexpected but beautiful ways. Like an eclipse that is so rare, but so powerful and beautiful to witness.

“Fine, but I’m here when you’re ready to talk. Don’t forget, I love you, Death Bear.” She brings my hands to her soft lips, kissing the back of it right on my tattoo of a yellow rose tipped with red that drips blood drops to my fingers. It’s one of the few I have in color. It’s symbolic of friendship and falling in love. I had gotten it when I first realized the innate connections I have with Jase. The connection with him is like the one I have with Carley. I’d see the world drowning in rivers of blood at my hands for them alone.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

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.

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.

are inked between the bird’s wings. “Blackbird,” I say, naming the Beatles song. “Yeah,” she sighs out. “It’s my favorite song. Means a lot to me. The colors all stand for my survivor status. Green for mental health. Purple for domestic abuse. Teal for sexual abuse.” Without knowing what I’m doing, I step forward and my fingers trace down one of the bird’s wings. I feel her take in a shuddering breath and she leans into my touch. I’m lost in the beauty of her tattoo.