Klaus Mikaelson Tattoo Novels & Stories

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

< Zion > ‘’Yo, Zion! Your brother is here.’’ I looked up from the computer screen in the direction of the the voice. It was Kael, the computer wizard who helped to fix anything that was spoiled from the computers to the electricals. His body was a work of art, and I always mentioned that to him. There was a tattoo on every inch of his skin. My favourite was the snake coiled around his right bicep. He was in rehab, a former junkie, and this work was one of the things that gave him the drive to move on.

Be careful around him, because before you know it, he'll consume you, and you'll be too far gone to save. I take a step back. Jonas was being truthful when he said Kayden was skilled in manipulation. There was a lot of intelligence behind his warm blue eyes. But I know something that Jonas didn't know about Kayden. He's expired, and it is a proven fact. He couldn't tattoo that mark on his neck. It was complicated and forbidden. If you look closely, you can always tell the difference between a tattoo and an imprint. I've examined his mark. It's real. He's very much expired like I was.

“Do you Mr Mason De Luan, take Miss Sierra Nevada Belle Claudio as your lawfully wife? Promising to stand with her i....” “I do.” Mason immediately cut him off and I slightly expanded my eyes in surprise. Mason turned me around to fully stare at him in his eyes. “Everything. I promise to always be by your side wifey. I will only love you and no one else. My heart will only want you and beat only for you. I love you so much and your name is already tattooed in my heart and now on my chest as well.” His smile didn't falter even an inch as he made his vow of promise to me. I scrunted my brows when he slightly loosened his tie and unbotton the first three bottons of his shirt to show me his tatt

That way no one would have to sleep in a wet spot. Malachi slowly unzipped my dress, it fell to the floor and I stood in my spanks, undies and a strapless bra. As I removed my spanks, I watched him undress. He removed his clothes quickly while trying to watch me undress. His creamy skin glowed in the dimly lit room. His skin flowed effortlessly over his well toned body. He had a hairless chest yet hair on his sculpted legs. Either he shaves his chest or none grows. He had a tattoo of a koi fish on the left side of his torso and a skull on his back. He also had a few random tribunal tattoos. There was a scar on his shoulder that looked like he had been in a bad accident.

"No, but..." "There are no buts, Derek. She does not accept excuses." Lukas' voice changed to a more sinister tone. Derek felt a seering pain on his forearm, and as he rolled up his sleeve, he spotted the tattoo that was engraved into his flesh. It burned with an ominous gold hue. He touched the Mark carefully, tracing the intricate pattern until the pain died down.

He studied her expression before asking, “What do you want?” “A lot.” Azrael answered and jumped from the stairs, “You can give me a few.” she pointed to the Mark under his scapula, it looked like a simple tattoo if you wouldn’t stare into it, but in reality, it looks like a fresh burn Mark made by blacksmiths as it actually glows and burns, “Do you know any other celestials that live among humans?”

But his eyes are cruel, dark and cold. "He...He has black hair, and a tattoo on his neck,” I say, shaking my head. The pain is slowly starting to diminish, leaving me feeling, gasping for air. I see fear ghost across Kastriv’s face. "Is the tattoo words, or a picture?" "A picture. I don't know what it is though." It appeared to be depicting something very particular, but it’s impossible to decipher. "Keo..." Kastriv murmurs. I frown, sitting up. The pain quickly falls away, leaving me feeling empty and vacant.

She looked at the center of the altar, where a massive, double-headed iron crest was embedded into the stone—the same crest carved into the mask of the silver-clothed stranger. A sudden, wet splash echoed from the dark eastern edge of the basin. Klaus Mikaelson hauled his massive frame out of the black current, his iron claws tearing deep gouges into the ancient moonstone steps as he advanced toward the altar. The purple fire along his jaw had settled into a low, pulsing glare, his movements slow and mechanical as the parasite finalized its possession of his core. He raised his left hand, his claws dripping with a dark, volatile ink that sizzled against the holy stone.

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.