Klaus Mikaelson Tattoo Novels & Stories

Mikael's voice was warm, his eyes glinting as he drank the content from his cup. "Why does she look like she's seen a ghost? Is she afraid her blood would be used for our next dinner?" someone taunted me in the room, grabbing my attention. He was like a giant, his whole body could swallow me up and probably most people in this room. One of his eyes had been patched and he was bald. On his forearms was a tattoo of a wing and the name Ophylia was written underneath.

The inviting aroma enveloped him, teasing his taste buds and piquing his curiosity. "Smells nice" Mystro said, admiration evident in his voice. Elaine smiled, appreciating his kind words. "Why don't you be patient and wait for me to serve you" “I know but I thought I could help” he rolled up his sleeves revealing his tattoo. A medusa tattoo on his right arm caught her attention, “A fan of Medusa” she asked. “Not really, our works are just similar” he replied. Elaine tried to understand what he meant but she knew she was just confusing herself.

A buzz from my phone made me go still. “You change first,” I said. “I’ll join you in a moment.” She pressed a thumb over my forehead. “We need to use a mindlink connection. This should probably last an hour. I can’t create anything complex, so I don’t get caught.” I nodded as she headed to the entrance and walked through it. Turning back to the window, I pulled the material covering my phone slowly, revealing the screen and went still. Another text from Klaus. “I hate to interrupt, BUT THIS IS HUGE. MORGEAUS HAS A SNAKE TATTOO ON HER NECK.”

Azrael and Hunter have the same matching tattoos. It is just an inscription in Greek. I begged my dad and after persuading him for months he allowed me have it. I replied the message. Guess I have a date this Saturday.

Flora anxiously corrected her. "It's a snake! A snake with a wide-open mouth!" Chloe insisted. "No..." Flora became so desperate that she almost cried. What was going on? It was true that there was a tattoo on Kevin's back, that much was undeniable. But Chloe, the only one who had witnessed it, was claiming it was a snake. Oh my God! Was the tattoo on his back the same one as Maxwell's? Flora thought about the terrifying tattoo on the backs of Maxwell and Oliver, and she couldn't understand how it resembled a snake in any way. She had seen it too many times, and she was sure she couldn't be mistaken! It was a lifelike dragon!

Kael is a dark-aesthetic kind of guy certainly. I slow down when I see him at the balcony. His back is facing me and I approach. As I get near, my eyes zero on the mark on his back. It looks like a tattoo at first, printed deeply into the skin—two huge slashes, each of them almost wide enough to entirely cover his back. But at the same time, they look like healed wounds. And they stream down his back diagonally, drawn from his left shoulder blade to his right V-line. The moon is bright tonight, glistening his skin with his pajamas hanging below his hips. His firm ass strokes out, and my breath quickens as wild thoughts stream my mind.

That would be a lie. As Rei stood and began to unbutton his shirt, I was fascinated with the definition of his chest and abs. I’d never seen Rei without a shirt, and it was a sight to behold. If the timeline wasn’t wrong, I’d say Michelangelo used Rei as his muse before sculpting the torso of David. When he turned, his back displayed a tattoo reaching from shoulder to shoulder and down his tapered back. The markings continued down each arm. I suddenly recalled seeing the edge of the artwork from beneath his sleeves the night we went to the Green Lady.

I was an outcast, they didn't like outcasts, especially not outcast omegas. No shit. I didn't like them either. "How do I know it's him when I see him?" Marcus smiled, pouring the glass of gin down his throat. "He has an icy skull tattoo on his neck, and a slight northern accent, fur coat, and… stuff like that." "Is he here yet?" Marcus did not bother explaining. He took my wrist and guided me past the curtain and into the pulse of the club. I hated the music in this place even though my body learned how to dance to it.

“You? The same Mira who almost cried because Kevin ignored you?” “That was different!” Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. “Oh, that must be Chloe,” I said, walking to open it. I pulled the door open. And froze. Klaus. Standing there like he stepped out of a magazine. A fitted black leather jacket hugged his shoulders, a tight dark shirt underneath showing the hard lines of his chest. The top buttons were open, just enough to reveal the edge of a dragon tattoo curling over his skin. Black slim jeans. Heavy boots.