Laika Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Baby, what are you talking about? I don't understand. What are you going to do?" Maria smiled and rolled up her shirt sleeve, revealing a tattoo of a moon with a lightning bolt crossing it on the inside of her arm, just below the elbow. The tattoo had almost faded in color and shape, but it was still visible. Theodore's eyebrows raised. "Yes? What's wrong with your tattoo? Does it itch?" Maria smiled softly and said carefully, "Honey, if I told you I was a werewolf, would you believe me?"

The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear. The rays of the studio's dim light highlighted Athena's delicate porcelain skin, creating a subtle contrast with the dark ink that would soon adorn her skin. The tattoo artist, with secure and precise hands, began to carefully trace the points that would form the celestial figure. Athena closed her eyes, feeling the slight vibration of the tattoo machine on her skin. A sensation of itching and warmth took hold of her, but it was pleasant; rather, it was as if the stars themselves were dancing on her skin. The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the nee

She has no idea who she is dealing with. "Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them. I would really love to shave her hair. "W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression. Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo. Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

Levi's POV I blinked. “Tattoo?” I echoed in disbelief. Even my wolf was curious now. I’d seen her body naked and bare, and I’d never seen a single spot on her that indicated she had any kind of marking. “She has a tattoo on her back,” Rita continued, unphased by my skepticism. In fact, she was smirking, happy that she knew something that I didn’t: “One that can only be seen in moonlight--- some witchy shit! Scared the hell out of me the first time I saw it.” She shrugged. “She said it was a gift from her mother when she turned 12 and shifted for the first time.”

The next morning, Rea woke up. She had forgotten everything that happened yesterday. She went to the tattoo studio and got three tattoos for three customers as Gia. Or the action of dropping the motorbike and leaving it lying in front of the house fence as Uri. Immediately opened her laptop to read the other personality's diary. Smiling to herself seeing Uri's annoyance there. Of course she already knew about the tiger tattoo and had threatened Gia not to get another tattoo. Not too surprised anyway it's not the first time because Gia has made several tattoos before. Image of a girl wearing a mask that is on her right chest. Also the name of Rea's parents on his left arm, Wulanestu. Rey coul

Peace, my heart—they’re yours, whole. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, green eyes sweeping—Mara’s smirk, Jasper’s mug, Lila’s crown, pups’ chatter, Kevin’s warmth. “For the pack,” she said, voice firm, rising, staff in hand, Luna’s purr a vow. “No more curses, no more blood.” Lila raised a flower, pups cheering, hazel eyes blazing. “For Sam! For Kevin!” Spark yipped, tail a blur. Stars, Lila—forever bright!

“When did I get a tattoo? I… I didn’t.” “Of course you did!” Eva squealed. “Kael bit you, right?” I nodded, flustered. “That’s it! The bite turned into the tattoo… ‘A.K.,’ that has to mean Alpha Kael! My Luna!” She bowed dramatically. “Stop bowing,” I said, laughing despite myself. “Never!” She swept into an exaggerated curtsey. “Great Luna from the great Lycan family of the Dravens!” When our laughter finally faded, she grew quiet. “Diana… There's something I need to tell you. I was waiting for things to calm down, but now it feels right.”

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time. My heart is pounding now. “Layla told me about how the Bratva marks its members. But she said the women only get tattoos if they’re the last living heirs.” “Heirs!” That gets a bitter laugh out of her. It’s loud enough that I glance around nervously, worrying someone might hear. “Layla wants to protect your tender heart, Camila Stepanova.” She covers the fox up, standing over me again. “Do you know what that tattoo actually means?”

“Mate tattoo?” He nodded, his fingers grazing the edge of the design. “Every mated she-wolf has one. But when it comes to a Luna, it appears in rare and unique designs just like yours. It’s a symbol of your connection to your mate—or mates,” he added, his tone dipping with significance and emphasis. “I know what it symbolizes, Lucien,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “How did this happen?” Lucien tilted his head, his gaze searching mine. “When you said that you accepted me as one of your mates and maybe the kiss.”