Fairy Tail Tattoo Natsu Novels & Stories

Petr only nodded his head at the compliment and I pulled my shirt and jacket back on. I left Petr in the back just as Milo pulled his shirt on as well and paid the artist for his tattoo. He grinned and lifted his shirt and over his chest was one man, three fairies and four dragons with his parents name cradling them on either side. “It’s magnificent Milo.” He nodded his head and I could sense his sadness as he pulled his shirt down and picked up his jacket. “Your turn.” I lifted my shirt at his request and he looked at the artwork. I lowered my shirt as we walked out of the shop and reached the car.

Danika responded. "Who drew it?" She asked. "I wish I knew. It was visible after I shifted. It was never there before and no one drew it on my body," she replied. The tattoo was the picture of a wolf howling under the moon. "It is beautiful though." "Thank you Ms. Nahigra." She said as she grabbed an apple. "Thanks for the fruits too." She said and got watered by Nicholas again. "Nicholas stop!" She yelled. "Do you know Danika?" Nahigra asked Hoots who was preparing where his wife would lie down to sleep.

Ain't it fun? Nataliad dances again, of course, sexily dancing on the beat. She was still tweaking her hair up, teasing me more to reveal her bare back and neck. I noticed that she had a tattoo on the lower back of her neck. It's small, but I can clearly see what it says. Her tattoo says, "Hakuna Matata." Nice! Is it just a coincidence? Because I also have a tattoo like that on the back of my hips and a symbol on the back of my neck. ‘Meant to be? Yay!’ Okay, so what? Just with matching tattoos, does that mean we are meant to be? That’s absurd!

I commented on him looking frazzled. “Yeah that's an understatement, jilted females are insane,” he growled then waved at Reese. “Told you that you should have treated them nicer and Freddie did as well if I recall correctly,” she commented. Nathan made a raspberry sound and came near my desk. His eyes were staring at the drawing I held. “What is that for?” “Your mate is getting a tattoo after lunch,” Reese beamed. Rubbing his chin he looked at the drawing and me.

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

You are guilty, Malik. Zafir: And because you are guilty, you must complete what Nasser started yourself, Malik. You will kill until the three cups are full. We will help you, and no one will be able to harm you or stop you from achieving your goal. Zafar approaches Malik, tears his shirt, and draws a large disc-shaped tattoo on his chest. A sun with stars on its edges, resembling the stars of the sky, and within it are six-pointed stars. Zafir says: This is the symbol of protection. You are now under the protection of the jinn, Malik.

I guided us over to the couch against one wall, we left a trail of clothes in our wake and by the time Natalie pushed me onto the leather couch I was down to my boxers and she her sexy lingerie. I took in her near naked tattooed body. Some tattoos were snaking down to her calves and forearms. I tried to study each image as she spun around, showing off to me with a devious smile. The dragon across her right shoulder caught my eye the most, the head resting on her upper arm while the body ran down her back ending with the tail on her right butt cheek. Her right thigh was tattooed with a grinning skull while her left was a collage of cute cartoon kittens, I was never big on body art, but I real

"Will you accept Nitah as your wife now? Will she come with you when you take me to your big house?" "If she insists on coming, well, she could, technically." My fragile heart broke at his words that landed on me. My shaky eyes moved over every angle of his face before coming down to that chest that pulsated like his jaw when he's being naughty or angry. There, I saw the tattoo painted on his nipple. It looked too cute that I didn't know when I started rubbing my fingers over it. "As your Luna then. Right? You're gonna take her in and do these stuff with her? Nitah loves these things though."