Laika Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her own word rang in her mind again and she said while sucking in a long breath, "A tattoo? Wait! In the supernatural world, it's just the lycans who have tattoos on their right backhands! It's natural and nobody could copy it!" Skyla said, her face clouded with shock, "I am a she-wolf then how did that tattoo appear on my hand?!"

"This is so beautiful, Mildred. You two are fast. I remember how long it took Karim and I to mark each other.” "I am fast," I replied. Matilda stared with incomprehension at the still, sore, jet-black picture of evergreen trees with a full moon behind them until Laika explained what it was to her. "No wonder you have been reeking of Morpheus lately," Matilda agreed. To humans, it would look like a tattoo, but when Morpheus touches it, tingles erupt through my entire body, and my heart swells with love. This mark was there to tell every other male that I belong to Morpheus, and he belongs to me.

Carmelia asked the staff but they shook their heads. "'You didn't?" "Ma'am, this tattoo was on the back of her neck when we started doing our job." another staff replied. "Really?" Carmelia couldn't help walking to Lavana and inspecting Lavana's neck. She suddenly gasped. "What? Ma'am, is something wrong?" Lavana asked. She herself was confused as well. Her tattoos only appear when she shifts to her mermaid form and she's pretty sure that there's none on her back. "Nothing. I just felt it was cool. I mean, it's very beautiful. You have a tattoo of a wolf. Why you never showed it to me? Maybe I should get one. Haha!" Carmelia chuckled.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

She gasped and covered her mouth. Alejandro looked at her. “That tattoo. How did you get it?” she asked. “From a tattoo artist?” “It's a wolf.” “No, a dog. The symbol of The Lucien Brothers,” he stated but Avril did not believe him. She did not want to believe Alejandro was completely ordinary, even though he was.

“I will tell you everything while I help you bathe.” Once I am inside the bathtub, he picks up a sponge to help me wash my back. He places it on my right shoulder. Then he removes it. “I am pretty sure you didn’t have this tattoo before. When did you get it?” he asks. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at my back. While I can’t see it, I know what Caleb is talking about—the contour of a water lily on the middle of my back, a moon rising above it, and two stars on either side of it.

“Whoa,” Laila says, grinning widely at me and squeezing my hands as I sit back on my rump. “This is crazy.” “Can you feel it?” I ask, laughing a little as Laila – a bit absurdly – looks up, sensing something different on her forehead and trying to see it. I conjure her up a hand mirror and hand it over so she can inspect my work. “Oh cool,” Laila whispers, her dark eyes going wide at the sight of what looks like a very delicate, elegant new tattoo, even though it shines just a bit in a way that ink cannot. “I love it.”

he comforted her, losing his tight grip on her, so he could see her tattoo. The tattoo from the moon goddess, a sign that she has been accepted into the park, meaning she’s clean and worthy? Also, a sign that she’s his forever. The grey wolf stood with his neck up, like he was howling into the sky, regulus smiled proudly as he looked at the familiar picture of his wolf on her shoulder, the wolf drawing was the same as he is in reality. It drew from her shoulder down to her left breast cleavage and stopped very close to the tip of her left nipple. Satisfied with what he saw, he closed the shower and carried her out of the shower.

My gorgeous yum-yum was dealing with so much by himself… Liam moved across to grab the salt and his shirt moved slightly, showing off some of his tattoos. He had some sort of symbols drawn across one side of his chest, but what intrigued me was the small picture of a bird sitting right above the symbols. A raven? Interesting tattoo for a wolf. I didn’t ask about it, it was clear Liam was a man of few to no words and with a very broody attitude. When we had finished eating, he ordered some more drinks and I realised he was trying to delay us leaving.