Klaus Mikaelson Tattoo Novels & Stories

He didn't seem to notice though, his eyes were far off and there was a small smile on his lips. Maya took the chance to really look at him, eyes tracing every inch and curve of his face. Of course, they were obscured by the mask but she knew every detail so well that she could remember everything even with the mask on. She knew that he had a small scar between his left eyebrow and lid. She knew about how slightly crooked his nose is which you couldn't notice from afar. She also knew that his eyes weren't really black but a dark shade of brown, it was so brown they looked black. Most importantly, she knew about the tattoo on the side of his right bicep, the one written in Latin which he said

A tall, beautiful and sexy woman entered. "Hi. How are you all? I'm here because I want to tell you something. I'm sorry because I messed up your conversation," said the woman. "Hello, Trisha. How's the mission I give to you? How's the target?" "He's doing fine. I always saw him in the Halimuyak club. He was often there. He saw me there but not this real face. Don't you know I'm a cosplayer so I'm good at changing my face and another thing, I also saw some guy? Handsome and tall. Chinito's body is white and elegant," Trisha elaborated.

I needed her to see. Katherine froze. Her eyes dropped to my chest, landing on the left side, right over my heart. There it was. The dark, detailed ink of a butterfly with jagged, intricate wings. "The tattoo..." she breathed, her hand reaching out, her fingers trembling as they hovered just an inch away from the ink. The sandalwood incense... the voice in the dark. Mikel? It was you? You were the man in the mask?"

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

"You passed out before we even left the parking lot. I didn't want to wake you." "I guess I owe you for the impromptu nap," I mumble, stretching slightly. The headache is gone, replaced by a strange, light warmth in my chest. "You're welcome," he chuckles, and I reach for his hand, holding on to it. His sleeves are rolled up to expose the tattoos on his wrist. I trace my fingers along the Roman figures, intrigued. They seem to be a certain date. Kaziel sucks in a sharp breath as I continue to trace the tattoos. I frown, noticing that there are bumps underneath, like scars. I sit up abruptly, and he pulls his hand away from me, rubbing the back of his neck.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

Michael Bonell is dangerous to my health. * * * We’re packing up when I see the tattoo. It’s a wave, inked in thin black lines, swooping from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. It takes up almost his entire back and ripples like the real thing as his muscles flex under his skin. Recognition tugs at me, like I’ve seen that wave before. “That’s a beautiful tattoo. When did you get it?” Michael freezes. “Thanks. I got it a few years ago. After my dad died.” His voice is rough.

Alenna remained on the ground, breathing hard as she tried surely to take in her mistakes. "Does it matter?" she asked, getting up slowly, Klaus offered her a hand, the Bratva's tattoos were for life, he himself had his tattoos perfectly camouflaged on his chest and shoulders, his father had raised him to be the intellectual, the public part of the business , so having visible tattoos linking him to the mob would be counterproductive. His little sister, on the other hand, was quite marked at her young age, getting up, the girl looked at him intensely "Why are you with Nikolay's girlfriend? Did someone hurt her?"

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?”

he concluded. Luke closed his eyes, breathed hard, trying to focus, trying to recollect every detail of the attack. Then he opened his eyes, “I don't remember much since I was busy staying alive,” he laughed. “But I remember in fine detail. One of them…he had a tattoo. A small tattoo on the side of his neck. A bird, and an eagle I think.” Kate and Michael exchanged a quick meaningful glance. The words escaped their mouths at the same time, “The Project Manowa.”