Laika Tattoo Novels & Stories

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

Emotions layered: loyalty to Alya a burning core, satisfaction in battle's thrill, protectiveness for Lila making her glance back. Lila as Mist darted through the fray, her pale fur a ghost in the mist, sapphire-blue eyes wide with determination, the star tattoo blazing white as she healed a fallen packmate mid-fight, her touch soothing a gash that knit under her glow. "Fight on!" Lila whined through Mist, her voice gentle but fierce, dodging a claw swipe. Emotions overwhelmed: empathy for the wounded driving her, fear of the shadow twisting her gut, bond with Alya anchoring her courage.

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

Rex asked, trying to defuse the tension as they all sat down quietly. When no one spoke, Lizz broke the silence, “Minet seems to have the beginning of the same tattoo Lacey has on her back, which is astronomical odds they saw the same tattoo artist for the same thing.” “As I said, I have not gone to see someone for a tattoo, so it must have been the Al’ik who put it there,” Minet said with a scowl. “I never saw one either, and mine has been there for weeks,” Lacey said shaking her head.

Taking a deep breath, Lani continued inking his skin with gentle movements. Content with her work, Lani smiled. She'd finally finished the design she'd imagined in her head. It was the wolf from The Wolves' logo, drawn on all the riders' leather jackets, with a dripping rose in its mouth. Lani loved the wolf, though. It was a part of her and was a good decision on her behalf, now Scar could forever remember the girl from the other side.

I looked into his dark eyes and shook my head, before staring at his chest, where I realised my name was tattooed on his left breast. "When did you get that?" I asked, staring at the words. ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul.’ "When Dante was just a pup, I got his name on my wrist and the girl's names on the other." He held his arms out and I leaned forward taking a look. Indeed, on one wrist it read Dante alongside numerous other tattoos, and on the other arm, he had both girls, with Skyla’s name just above Kataleya’s.

“A girl who will be charged with the responsibility of maintaining peace in the werewolf world. A girl with great power like no one has seen who will rule side by side with her mate.” “And everyone discarded that prophecy, but of course your father didn’t. So when you were born, from the glow in your eyes, he knew right there that you were the one. That is why he gave you that tattoo on your neck. It signifies redemption and light.” She said and heaved a sigh. I truly had a tattoo on my neck, only that I thought it was a birthmark rather than something that was inscribed on me. “Wow, so how does that correlate with our situation with the Darkwood Pack?" Liana asked.

I threw the suit on the bed and rushed to the bathroom. "What happened?" I asked, seeing her standing in front of the mirror. I scanned the whole place, but there was nothing there. "I woke up with a permanent tattoo on my neck," Ariana complained, pointing to my mark on her neck. I sighed and walked up to her, hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. "Damien, how did I get a tattoo. What is happening?" she asked, sounding agitated. "It's a wolf mark," I said and turned her around to face me. "Every alpha has a unique mark for his luna. Any wolf who sees this mark knows you are my luna and will not dare to disrespect you," I explained.

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

Did he intentionally hide it from me then? He's a dragon and he drew a wolf tattoo on his back. So many questions were flowing through my mind but none replied to me. "He definitely has a good reason to have done that to his back, " Laila said to me as I kept on staring at the dragon. My eyes were fixed on his back trying to figure out what the tattoo might really mean. It was as if the dragon was also staring back at me and my heart skipped a bit. Yet I didn't stop looking.