Fairy Tail Laxus Tattoo Novels & Stories

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

She asks, and I nod. “Well, that is a one sexy fairy….” She smirks, and I blush slightly. I get so flustered whenever she says things like that because I am in no way sexy. Beautiful? Sure, I can accept that, but she’s definitely the sexy one. My little fairy was the second tattoo I ever got after my butterfly. They kinda were a set deal. Well, all of my tattoos have a special meaning, even the one on my butt that both Lia and I got when we were drunk. I would usually be embarrassed by something like that, but since she has my name on her butt, I can live with it.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

There are just tattoos, and there are also models. Luke and Andrei are one of them. They are both topless, but only Andrei has a tattoo on the waist to the abdomen. I think they are Chinese symbols because I can't read them. In fairness with his abs, it looks well cared of too. Luke, on the other hand, is tribal, from the shoulder to his biceps. I was stunned there and spontaneously played with my brain that morning he pushed us up. My face immediately warmed up when I remembered how nice it was when his muscles flexed. I can't believe that that man is in love with me. Oh my God, is this the thrill? Why am I smiling? Shit.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I asked her after our laughter died down and she sighed too. "I feel it too, Lola. It might just be us getting used to being reborn. I'm sure it's nothing", she assured and I nodded in agreement before I continued my routine. I stood in front of the mirror after bathing and the wolf howling to the moon tattooed on my chest stood out. It had become the colour of Jasmine's fur. When I looked closely, it looked exactly like Jasmine howling to a Crescent moon. It seemed to glow and I looked at it in amazement for a while before I left the bathroom.

Laura took Marco to his room, his small body a comforting presence amidst the chaos. I turned to Daryl, his eyes reflecting the same weary sadness I felt. I reached out, my fingers intertwining with his, the warmth of his hand a grounding force in the swirling storm of my emotions. He looked at me, his gaze searching, and I offered him a weak smile, the effort making my cheeks ache. "You seem troubled," he said, his voice soft and concerned. I took a deep breath, the words catching in my throat. "Laxus wants Marco to use his surname," I finally said, the words tasting like ashes on my tongue.

"You possess a strength that goes beyond physical prowess. Your unwavering loyalty and unwavering spirit will be crucial in facing the challenges that lie ahead." Jasmine's eyes shimmered with gratitude, her hand finding mine as we exchanged a reassuring squeeze. I took a deep breath, my gaze steady as I met her gaze. "I also want to add that the Red Fang Pack possesses a unique trait," I explained. "Their high-ranking members, those who hold significant power within their pack, have distinctive crimson eyes. It's a mark of their status and their allegiance." A shudder ran through Jasmine's body, her voice trembling with a mix of uncertainty and resolve. "Are you saying... the Lycan who atta

Jostling his shirt to reveal the many tattoos under the grease-stained wife-beater. From his cuffed shirt, a dark but shaded sleeve of thorny roses, clocks, and crosses cover his right arm, while a spiralling black dragon travels around his left. Spine and scales shaded in, with burgundy lines that fade to a light crimson down its tail that hides below his classic wristwatch. Lucian Slater: Hey, bud. He crouches on one knee to greet his son's tight hug. Lucian Slater: I'm sorry I'm late. Gael Slater:

"I asked you to touch." My digits were soaked with sweat. The itchiness to trace my fingers on his skin had intensified. I averted my stare from his intimidating one and settled on where we had the Lazza tattoo. It was so huge that it occupied most of his side chest. The isle was well highlighted and the Lazza name was nicely engraved on him. It felt so powerful. He knew he owned so much power by having just a Lazza tattoo. If there was anyone who didn't know the tattoo was probably not born or was living in a world that didn't exist.