Klaus Mikaelson Tattoo Novels & Stories

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

Might have a chip on his shoulder. "He's got a dragon tattoo on his wrist. He's been here a long time." "Thank you," Maggie said. She glanced back at Kel who stepped in front of her. "Please. Stay behind me." "I got us past that obstacle didn't I?"

I opened my eyes, giving him a petulant look. " I found the perfect tattoo," he smiled, moving my hair out of the way and running his fingertips along a line behind my left ear, "I'm going to do it right here, little delicate blood-colored roses. Beautiful and with sharp thorns, just like you.” I took a deep breath, biting my lips, trying in vain to keep my body from reacting to him, then giving up. Bringing my hands to the back of his neck, I pulled him back to me, lying down on the gurney as I kissed him. Joshua brought both hands to the hem of the long t-shirt I had borrowed as soon as we got back from the cafeteria, lifting it without any hesitation.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

I am now wearing a yellow floral dress and a two-inches fuchsia-colored sandal while Michael is wearing a black blazer and underneath his expensive blazer is a white t-shirt, he is wearing slacks and white converse shoes. "I'm nervous, Michael. What if something wrong will happen in the ceremony? What if I messed up my speech? What if they don't want me to be their luna?" I asked Michael one question after another but he only responded with a simple smile and then he gently kissed my nape causing me to gasp and swallow my saliva when an alluring feeling comes rushing into my veins.

"That was before I've seen Kasey's." "Your tattoos are so cool!" I shouted to Kasey and gave him a thumbs up. "Really?" he said, coming closer. "See this," he said pulling his shirt down and pointing to the tattoo on his collarbone. "These were made by the monks, like in a ritual. They’re really painful." "That's even cooler!" I said and he beamed at me. He looks like a child after the teacher praised him. "How about you, Cassie? Do you have any tattoos?" Clark asked.

It had been a month since Katleah surprised him. Tonight, it was Marco’s turn to return the favor. Earlier that week, he’d gotten a tattoo inked over his left chest; etched in elegant cursive, the words read, Till Death Do Us Part, My Katleah.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

Dhampir Silas replied politely with folded hands. Dhampir Silas Noah is the guardian of the coven and Ace Denzell's bodyguard. He has black eyes with pale skin and wears a mask made of leather with teeth as sharp as knives. On the back of his neck, there is a Molinija tattoo mark, which looks like two streaks of jagged lightning crossing in an 'X'. This tattoo is only given to a dhampir who has killed a Strigoi. "Where is the queen?" Rook Theia asked.