Laika Tattoo Novels & Stories

Layla is the only daughter of her father, and from a young age, she was raised to be a strong warrior. Therefore, her presence is felt in any battles of the Western tribe. A powerful, alluring, and determined she-wolf, that's how everyone acknowledges her. Moreover, Layla possesses a beautifully crafted face, with glossy black hair tied neatly behind her, and a set of animal-skin armor that makes her a dazzling hero admired by all. Certainly, no one would have expected such a noble wolf, like an angel from above, to end up in such a filthy state.

I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more. He had tattoos, but he wasn’t tatted out like I had expected from a biker. He had the Dogs of Fire logo on his inner forearm, and that same arm was sleeved up to his shoulder. The other arm was also sleeved, but ended at the elbow. Down his left side and slightly across his ribs was a black and white tattoo of the lily flower with the word “Lily” interwoven in the design.

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

It was… peaceful. The stars still danced above us, and Damien started pointing out shapes. “That one looks like a wolf howling,” he said. I squinted. “Where?” “Right there,” he leaned closer and pointed at the sky. “That little one, next to the bright one. Can you see it now?” I tilted my head. “I guess… sort of.” He laughed. “It’s okay. I’m probably just seeing things.” I couldn’t help but chuckle too. He was being silly. But in a good way.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

“Take a picture…it lasts longer” She said with a smirk before turning around collecting a few more gasps as they saw the tattooed feathers that hugged her waist and dipped into there work out bottoms as well as the ones that wrapped around her thighs. Dracon walked up and turned her around. “You got a tattoo?” He asked softly as he traced it with his fingers. “Yes, do you like it?” She asked as she felt him trace the two wolves in the center. Red had made the two wolves meet snout to snout as if kissing which Elleanna was thrilled about.

He shook his head and gestured with his hands that it was ok. “Your name… how about… Smile?” Smile wore a bright smile and bowed. His body glowed, too, and a golden crescent sun tattoo appeared on his wings as if the sun was smiling too. “And you… I am sure you are too busy sleeping. Huh! How about… Wake.” Wake’s body glowed as he kept on snoring. He got a tattoo of what looked like a sun eclipse. I chuckled dryly. “And the three of you. You can be Lily, Lola and Laila.”

Raf screamed and they started doing it. I was still thinking if I should get the tattoo. I was scared, but I decided to get it! “Done!” Aaron stated. I approached Raf to see that tattoo. He had an amazing picture of Lion keeping a dome with water and Pisces in hands. It made me think about something, but I quickly kicked it out of my head. The tattoo was on the shoulder. It looked amazing. “Wow,” I whispered. “You like it?” Raf asked. I nodded, still looking at his shoulder. “Have you decided to get it?”

“Do you like it?” Her eyes shimmered. “It’s amazing.” She glanced down at her foot. “It’s exactly like mine.” “Of course. Tig did it to match.” She traced the tattoo carefully, examining the one placed over my heart—Lena’s name scripted beautifully. Beneath it was a smaller version of the same feather design she had on her foot.

Lolita whispered. “No. It'll be easy, I promise. I’ve always been easy on you.” “What tattoo should I get? I’ve never thought of having one before.” “A flower on your arm should do.” She frowned. “That’s cheesy.” “You are cheesy.” She started to laugh, but it got stuck on her throat. Lolita couldn’t laugh in her dreams. It tortured her, pulled at her heartstrings and the empty hole that was there. Hayden’s smile faded when he saw the amount of pain she was in.