Laika Tattoo Novels & Stories

You're the best mate anyone could ever ask for, and I'm glad that I have you," Loki whispered quietly. Arianna turned to Freya, who furthered, "Besides that, the real Lila has a birthmark on her right shoulder," Freya said and moved to where Lyra was still crouching on the floor and forcefully ripped the right sleeve of her dress, quickly exposing the milk-coloured skin that was clear as day.

Jayce went to his other side to look at it closely while Lily spoke with the Wolf. "Kar...min...a..." the Wolf groaned in pain, baring his fangs as he tried to restrain Lukas from returning. Lily leaned in a bit closer. Damion hovered near her, ready to pull her away when it came down to it. "Karmina? Who's that?" Lily questioned, looking over to Jayce. He only shrugged, his eyes on the tattoo. It started to glow brighter, giving off an unbearable heat. The skin around it started to bubble and blister. Lukas' claws grabbed Jayce's and Lily's arms.

"Now. Get off." Leonidas curled away now as she stood, a small whimper leaving his lips making her chuckle as she raised her hair up and made it into a bun. "We have all the time together." He nearly whined, "Time is never enough." She did not answer him and he did not expect her to. Leonidas' eyes went to the three headed dog black tattoo on her back. An emblem he only noticed that she let him see after his little confession. Many a time he had wanted to ask what it was. Why she had the tattoo of the god of the underworld's dog on her neck and not a Familia, but who was he to pry into hers when he had his to deal with?

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

Lea said firmly and added, "The reason you or anyone in our world do not know about my existence is that my identity has been kept hidden since my birth" "But why? And why should I believe anything you are saying?" Elizabeth asked this time a bit more composed and serious. Lea gave a small smile as she closed her eyes and placed her right palm on her left arm as she resited a few chants. A bright light started to glow under her palm and then dimmed. Lea removed her palm from her arm to reveal a tattoo mark of a Phoenix with the wings of a dragon. Looking at the mark on her arm Elizabeth was in complete shock unable to utter a word.

The weakened bond between them was reinforced with energy, pulsing with power. “What is your Loúpino Ónoma?” The Chief Elder raised the challenge. Liora walked to the edge of the platform so everyone could see her, teeth bared as she thumped a fist across her chest. “I. AM. ADAMANTIA!” The victorious bellows that followed were deafening, mixed with howls and roars. Liora turned, lifting her hair away from her neck to reveal a shimmering flower tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a boon from the Goddess. Wolfsbane would never be able to kill her moving forward.

Lucien's attention sharpened instantly. "What tattoo? Any particular details you remember?" he asked, leaning forward slightly, his voice quieter but urgent. Elara closed her eyes for a moment, replaying the image. "I don't remember everything… but it looked like a sword. And… a flower at the top of the sword. Something like that." She opened her eyes and nodded faintly, as if convincing herself. "Yes… a sword and a flower." A soft gasp escaped both Lucien and Ragnar at the same time.

Right there, above her navel is the mark. I take in the black and white flowers tattooed over her right shoulder. The delicate leaves end right beneath her key bone and it seems to climb behind her shoulder too. A black lily climbs its way up the side of her left hip. The same lily in white is wrapped around yhe the black one snaking down it.

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

Tiana stood near the door, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her heart racing so fast she felt dizzy. Nikolai turned to face her, and with slow, deliberate movements, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Her breath hitched as the fabric fell open, revealing the full extent of the tattoo she'd only glimpsed before… a fierce, beautiful design of what looked like a wolf, intricate and powerful, sprawling across his chest and ribs. "It's my spirit animal," he said, noticing her stare. His voice was softer now, lacking the sharp edge it usually carried. "Got it last year."