Fairy Tail Laxus Tattoo Novels & Stories

Bella barely winces as she remains hunched over her chair, looking serene and nearly relaxed except for the constant chatter going on between her and the woman wielding the tattoo gun. She has decided to get a heavily shaded Calla lily, no extra colors added, but the outline alone promises to yield a stunning, elegant flower to soon bloom on her back. Meanwhile Carlos is busy sketching the dragon on my arm, and we don't really talk that much - then again I get the impression he's equally amused about Bella and his daughter giggling and laughing away like old friends, and I don't feel like breaking his concentration. It's fascinating to watch him

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

"No, but..." "There are no buts, Derek. She does not accept excuses." Lukas' voice changed to a more sinister tone. Derek felt a seering pain on his forearm, and as he rolled up his sleeve, he spotted the tattoo that was engraved into his flesh. It burned with an ominous gold hue. He touched the Mark carefully, tracing the intricate pattern until the pain died down.

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

“Come on! You got it for me, after all. The least you can do is let me see it.” Luca sighs, putting on a great show of pretending to be put out by this. But even has he does his fingers move to the buttons of his black shirt, quickly undoing them until he can pull the fabric aside and I can see it there – my name tattooed in flourishing letters across his chest, the A directly over his heart. “Well?” he asks, low. “What do you think?”

Lucien looked down at me as he squeezed my hand, “Jax and I are going to go to WalMart do you want to come with us?” I nodded, “Yeah, just give me a minute to get ready.” Pulling my boots back on I walked to the bathroom to brush my hair. Arching my neck to the side I saw the bite marks on my neck had disappeared and now I had a tribal tattoo running down my left shoulder. I ran my fingers over it a little amazed by it.

He is scared for the life of her wife and unborn son. Lola fully turned to face Lucas, ignoring the fact that her dress zipper is now open and her back is visible to everyone. Even though men were trying to take a look at her bare back a few minutes ago are now scared to even look at her shadow. women who peeked at Lola saw the tattoo on her lower back, which is similar to the one on the wrist of the demon lord. It is of an Aqua blue dragon holding a fairy with wings. Both the dragon and the fairy are enclosed in a heart shape. If anyone who had a doubt that Lola might not be the demon lord's mate is now sure about who she is. They couldn't help but feel ashamed about the way they treated he

“How are you feeling?” He asks, his eyes jumping to Ethan as well. “I’m fine, just a bit tired, and Ethan is… okay, I guess. The toxin’s movement has slowed down thanks to the detoxification elixirs we’ve made, but they’re not a cure,” I answer, looking over at Ethan. He’s asleep, as he has been since he passed out last night. Thankfully, though, he’s breathing steadily and not in immediate danger. When I turn back to Laxus, I notice the claw marks down his arm and a bite mark on his wrist.

*Luca* I turn off the shower and shake the water out of my hair. Only now do I discover that I must have had a bit of a bad bite too. I run a finger through an irregular pink gap. It sits like a crescent-shaped tattoo on my chest. Well, there is enough meat to take off. I flex the muscles in my arm. If I had been just half as excited for this wolf shit as the other two, I would have probably appreciated the bulges that rise up in all the right places.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.