Koi Tattoo Novels & Stories

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

“Because I never had one.” They didn’t laugh. But for a moment, it eased the weight in the air. Just enough. Elsewhere – In the Car Leaving the Estate Koji removed the chef coat. Underneath, his arms were lined with black tattoos — symbols of the fallen clans. He looked at the photo in his hand again. Soo-ah. But this time, someone else had circled the face in red. Not Soo-ah’s. But Sang-woo’s. Koji chuckled.

I shrugged, and he raised his head. "And were you with Frank when you got them?" He asked, emphasising Frank's name. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, he paid for this one," I pointed to the Koi fish tattoo on my thigh. Orion clenched his jaw, boy did he not look jealous? "Why? What kind of relationship do the two of you have? When you went back to earth, did you visit him?"

She leans forward and Kai notices the top of a tattoo on the back of her neck. “What’s the tattoo?” She pulls her top off again and throws it back at her pile of stuff. It’s a beautiful peacock like bird, but it’s orange and red. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. He runs a finger over the lines, which makes her shiver. “Sorry.” He pulls his finger back,

“Tell me about the tattoo.” He sighs before going on, as if he regrets starting down this road with me. “I’ve never seen anything like it. That was part of the reason I wanted to do it. It was a nice piece. Stormy seas, breaking waves on these crags that jutted out of the water like shark teeth - lots of lines and shadows, lots of small hidden images within, even the shadow of a girl’s face. Your face, Loli. That’s how I know.”

After that, he took a pill and then a bottle of medicine. He turned around and began to apply the treatment to his wounds. Clearly, he did not trust Darryl yet. 'Wait!' Darryl noticed a maroon color Wolfire totem tattoo on Kye's upper right arm despite the dim lighting. The tattoo method appeared to be quite unique. 'A Wolfire tattoo?' He was stunned. After spending a long time with the barbarians, he learned that male barbarians would tattoo the Wolfire on their arms to show their loyalty to the barbarians once they reached adulthood.

“Your tattoo is gone.” Hikari smiled at me, “that’s where Yuki lives, luna. When I release him completely, my dragon tattoo around my neck disappears, too.” “Woah-ho-ho! Goddess! This is some insanity! You are so cool!” I said in the heat of the moment. Hikari’s face turned stoic as he peered at Yuki with a quick gulp. “Um, I apologise if I was offensive. It’s just that when I am excited, I forget manners,” I chuckled nervously.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

“Okay, ladies. Let’s hear what your mate mark is.” “Mine is a raven bird.” Iris throws a wink in my direction, we all gather around her as she shows us the side of her neck, the raven tattoo is beautiful. We were taught that a raven mate mark means loyalty and protection, it also means change. The beginning of a new chapter. I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”