Laika Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

“Of course, however when you come out, I do believe we have some things we need to discuss, and no more blue lightening.” I couldn’t argue with his request and nodded simply as I walked back to the bathroom. I used the restroom and I timidly walked back over to the sink afraid to gaze into that mirror again. I frowned, inching my face closer to my reflection as I gently touched the lovely mark that was now tattooed on my neck. It resembled a coat of arms with a silver wolf on either side of the shield and a sword resting on cut stalks of wheat. It was an intricate tattoo, a mark that, with my knowledge of European Coats of Arms, resembled our Lycanthropy, wealth, and plenty, and lastly brave

D*mn, that word made my d*ck twitch. "Really, huh?! Do you want me to serve you right now?!" She nodded while batting her eyelashes. "Okay, whatever my queen wants!" Her giggles were music to my ears. We kissed, we hugged, and we made love under the moonlight. "Mark me again, Logan!" She uttered after. "I can mind-link Witch Anya to remove this tattoo and mark me again!" I glanced at the butterfly tattoo printed on her marking spot. Honestly, the tattoo was strikingly beautiful. I wouldn't mind marking her with her tattoo sitting there. "No need, sweetheart. I will mark you again even if you have that tattoo on your neck!"

For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this position. "It seems that there aren't any letters addressed from the border lands." Claude tells me while still searching through the envelopes. "Though there is this one with a different seal, my lady." "What do you mean by different?" All pack leaders usually use the same seal all over Lumina, although different colour of envelopes as to determine the pack it's from. The seal indicates the Colony's crest, which is a dagger with its tip facing upwards and a crown hanging loosely struck by the dagger. "I've known for sure that the Colony's crest is used as the seal for every letter that circles around

I leaned in running my hand through the painting, my breath caught in my throat. She looked exactly like me. Beneath her image, written in the same ancient script as the cover, was a single word: Zahara. The name stirred something in me. A pull. A whisper in my blood. “Is this… me?” I murmured. My hands trembled as the second page turned. The words that met my eyes were chillingly familiar. “Born under the lunar eclipse, the child was hidden among mortals to protect her from the shadow that hunts her...”

“Yeah, Diana. You're just saying that because you're jealous. You've been trying to get a tattoo for years and never succeeded.” Diana's face turned red, almost purple. A low growl escaped her throat, causing some students to recoil. She looked like she was about to lose control, but Paula was not intimidated. “Oh my God!” Paula suddenly shouted, pointing to the tattoo at the base of Mia's back. “You also got an inscription in the language of wolves that says: Luna of the Moons. Strength. Healing. Love. I knew it! You can only be Nolan's mate!” Paula's scream echoed like thunder in the parking lot, and in the next instant, everything seemed to freeze.

Now he wants to torture me. He trailed kisses up my chest, across my collar bone, to my neck, where he kissed and sucked. Keeping his one hand on my wrists, he ran his other hand along my body and curves, his fingers aiming for their destination. His index finger found my clit, rubbing gently in circles. I cried out as he touched me, trying to pull my hands away so I could touch him. He laughed softly as he leaned over my ear. "What did I say, Lilith? No touching allowed."

What hell am I supposed to do now? He smiled, leaning against the wall. "Maybe the goddess likes you better this way." "Don't play games with me, Liam. Not today." He flung both arms out in front of him. "Okay, okay. Okay. Relax. Let me think." He paced back and forth across his messy cabin, muttering to himself. "We need something quick… straightforward. Maybe—" "Maybe what?" I prompted. "Maybe we cloak you." "Disguise?" I asked.