Fairy Tail Tattoo Natsu Novels & Stories

Natalie My heart skipped in fear as I stared at Ryan, who walked in with a cold and fierce look on his face. I swallowed hard as my eyes caught a snake tattoo that was on his neck side. He looks so hot and deadly that I couldn't stop staring at him, and at the same time being scared of him. His auras were so strong that the atmosphere became tense and cold. My heart made a thudding sound as he walked closer to me with loud footsteps.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

he smirks. “I had a good teacher” I said against his skin, kissing the crook of his neck. I release my hand that was in his hair and start buttoning his shirt clumsily. I pressed my hand flat over his hard chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart while kissing from his shoulder over to his chest. I spotted a small Italic tattoo right under his breastbone, and my eyes widened in surprise. Nathan with a tattoo is unbelievable. I trail my index finger over the words that were written in a language that I did not understand.

Clenching my fists, I got to my feet and turned to face him. Right after Kian finished reading the nexus design, his entire body was covered in intricate tattoos. But as soon as the fae lord began absorbing the fragments of his souls from the other inheritors, one by one, those tattoos began disappearing. Perhaps the tattoos symbolized the void in Mizkeal’s soul, disappearing as the voids were filled. “It amazes me how you fail to see your failure, Mizkeal,” I scoffed, strolling closer to him. “Do you really think that just because you’ve stolen a goddess’s immortality, you have earned the right to call yourself a god?”

Did he find something? "I was checking the bodies to see if I could find any clues and see what I found!" He shouted excitedly and Claire walked towards him. She crouched down next to Nathan and looked at what he was pointing, only to frown when she saw a tattoo on the man's chest. It was of a howling wolf and a Crescent moon. Well, they were werewolves and if a guy had a wolf and moon tattoo, she didn't understand how it would be of any importance. Why was Nathan this excited for that?

' I hope I also could do the same Maverick but I promise in the morning I'll confess to you no matter what ' Naitee said and thought eventually. Pushing Maverick back on the bed, Naitee planted many kisses on the tattoo which was her name ' Naitee ' written beautifully on his chest above the pirate's tattoo. She kisses his whole upper body and even teased his nipples before going down. She wants to live this moment to the fullest because she's not sure whether she be able to be with him after the morning.

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).